作词 : Erick Sermon/George Clinton Jr./Parrish J. Smith 作曲 : Erick Sermon/George Clinton Jr./Parrish J. Smith 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 wanna rock wit' you like Michael Jackson Erick, what slow down, baby You're not Seal, so why you actin' crazy I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute Us buggin' out, and us knockin' boots But you, you wanna 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 Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man I was wonderin' why you went to work everyday Okay, yeah, 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 BossNot Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a PorscheRemember, 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 ChristmasYou 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 Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack(Cut her off, cut her off) And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one(Cut him off man, cut him off) Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack(Cut her off, cut her off) And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one(Cut him off man, cut him off) So if ya man is runnin' wild, slow 'em down, school 'em JackBefore he plays you off, girl, just to prove a fact And get your feelings hurt kid, plus your heart broken Bust it(Can't truss it) What, a relationship, friendship Hardship, fell on the booze when ya boy tripped So pick ya pride up boy, oopsy daisy See ya, Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze
作词 : Erick Sermon/George Clinton Jr./Parrish J. Smith 作曲 : Erick Sermon/George Clinton Jr./Parrish J. Smith 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 wanna rock wit' you like Michael Jackson Erick, what slow down, baby You're not Seal, so why you actin' crazy I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute Us buggin' out, and us knockin' boots But you, you wanna 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 Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man I was wonderin' why you went to work everyday Okay, yeah, 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 BossNot Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a PorscheRemember, 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 ChristmasYou 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 Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Don't play me, play the next man Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack(Cut her off, cut her off) And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one(Cut him off man, cut him off) Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack(Cut her off, cut her off) And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one(Cut him off man, cut him off) So if ya man is runnin' wild, slow 'em down, school 'em JackBefore he plays you off, girl, just to prove a fact And get your feelings hurt kid, plus your heart broken Bust it(Can't truss it) What, a relationship, friendship Hardship, fell on the booze when ya boy tripped So pick ya pride up boy, oopsy daisy See ya, Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze
