"Play the Next Man" as written by William Bootsy Collins, Eric Sermon, Parrish Smith, George Clinton Jr. and Bernie Worrell....
(Erick Sermon)

What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin

My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin

You like me I can tell by your wicked actions

I want to rock wit you like Michael Jackson

(coughing) Erick what slow down baby

You're not Seal so why you actin Crazy

I want to be your man the whole nine sounds cute

Us buggin out and us knockin boots

But you you want to go out and start cheatin

Hangin Tough like the New Kids every damn weekend

Thinkin I'm stupid, girl, you must be buggin

The boy you messin wit is my cousin

Tryin to play the E-Double wit the old weak flim flam

Don't play me and reach out for the next man


Don't play me, play the next man (4X)


I was wonderin why you went to work everyday

OK, yea, maybe to get extra pay

But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress

(How fresh) so fresh, that you walked wit finesse

Word is bond, I could've sworn you was minglin

The way you was movin, the way your earrings was jinglin

Of course, you was messin wit the Boss

Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche

Remember, you went to work one night

While me and D-Wade was home watchin the Mike Tyson fight

You said goodbye, gave me a couple of kisses

I peep the coat I didn't buy you for Christmas

You went out to a fancy restaurant

Came in actin all nonchalant

Asked you a question, shook up like Elvis Presley

Your makeup smudged, your hair messy

Shh, quiet, I caught cha

Tell him my name is Parrish Smith, I used to mess wit his daughter

Yes the Mic Doc and I'll be damned

Don't play me, play the next man


(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)

(P)Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack

(Cut her off, cut her off)

(E)And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one

(Cut him off man, cut him off)


(P)So if ya man is runnin wild, slow em down, school em Jack

(E)Before he plays you off, girl (P) just to prove a fact

(E)And get your feelings hurt kid (P) plus your heart broken

(B)Bust it ("Can't truss it!")

(P)What (E) a relationship (P) friendship

(E)Hardship (P) fell on the booze when ya boy tripped

(E)So pick ya pride up boy (P) oopsy daisy

(P)See ya (E) Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze

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"Play the Next Man" as written by Erick Sermon Parrish Joseph Smith

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