Текст песни Blackstreet

No Diggity

Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen

You know what

I like the playettes

No diggity, no doubt

Play on playette

Play on playette

Yo Dre, drop the verse

(Dr Dre)

It's going down, face the Blackstreet

The homies got me, collab' creations

Pump like Athene, no doubt

I put it down, never slouch

As long as my credit can vouch

A dog couldn't catch me saying ouch

Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent

Still moving this flavour

With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy

The original rump shakers

(Verse 1)

Shorty in down, good Lord

Baby got em up open all over town

Strictly biz, she don't play around

Cover much grounds, got game by the pound

Getting paid as a forty

Each and every day, true player way

I can't get it out of my mind

I think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side

Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise

She got tricks in the stash

Stacking up the cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

As almost she's got the heaven

Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in

Can I get down, so I can win

1-I like the way you work it

No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up

(repeat 1, 1, 1, 1)

(Verse 2)

She's got class and style
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Street knowledge by the pow

Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catching feelings is unknown

Let me tell you how it goes

Curve's the words, spin's the verbs

Lovers it curves so freak what you heard

Going with the phatness

You don't even know what the half is

You gotta pay to play

Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way

I like the way you work it

Trumped tight, all day, every day

You're blowing my mind, maybe in time

Baby, I can get you in my ride

(rpt 1...)

(Verse 3)

2-Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo, that girl looks good

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Play on, play on playette

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

You're my kind of girl, no diggity

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey

(Queen Pen)

Cause that smart peeps and we roll jeeps

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing

Crunching ear, wooded frames spotted by my shortie

As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring

We be's the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads

I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin you, so

Please excuse, if I come across room

That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be

Stay kicking game with a capital G

Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be

Word is bond, faking jacks ain't never been me

Word is bond, faking moves never be my thing

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Johnson

I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30

Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

(rpt 1, 2)