Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
He told your a** not once but twice
You should have took his advice
And left the man alone
You still drive by here every night
‘Cause you’re not wrapped too tight
When he left your mind was blown
You had your chance
And you lost a good man
I know it’s sad
Thinkin' ‘bout what you had
If you were smart
You’d keep that a** off my block
Next time you see me I won’t be a lady, no, no Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
You b****ed at him all night, all day
And constantly complained
Till you drove the man away
Always sayin' somethin', said he wasn’t good for
nothin'
So tell me why the hell you stalkin'
You’re dismissed, now get to walkin'
You had your chance
And you lost a good man
I know it’s sad
Thinkin' ‘bout what you had
If you were smart
You’d keep that a** off my block
Next time you see me I won’t be a lady, no, no Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Keep your hands off my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my man
Don’t mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
This was my jam from a little ways back, I just wish there was an extended version so I could slay it on the dance floor longer. I do still throw down as a prematurely retired pediatrician due to a stroke and down 100-120 million brain cells, but when I hear the music with a driving such syncopated beat, I forget that I'm disabled and I'm up on the dance with 2-3 dance partners, ladies and I'm all over that Floor. But I think it may be time to convert to my original post stroke chair dances, because it's a little tiresome for my brother-in-law to tell me I'm responsible to put on a show and get everybody so hyped. Bottom line, I'm like the O'jays: I LOVE MUSIC, and was an alto, tenor, baritone sax player before I developed a passion for science and math.
This was from the time the Neo-Soul period in the mid-late 90's with Lucy Pearl, Erika Badu, D'Angelo, Jill Scott, Maxwell and so many others. Beautiful times...where did it go?
No wonder the powerful female voice sounded so familiar. Whenever I hear her it brings back 1996/97 (Don't let go). Now I know why. She's from En Vogue.