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Blackstreet Another Level No Diggity 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, fade to Blackstreet The homies got RB, collab' creations Bump like Acne, no doubt I put it down, never slouch As long as my credit can vouch A dog couldn't catch me ass out 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 Shorty in down, good Lord Baby got em up open all over town Strictly biz, she don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound Getting paid is a forte Each and every day, true player way I can't get her out of my mind (what) 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 long as she's got to have it 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 (3x) She's got class and style She's managed by the town, Baby never act wild Very low key on the profile Catching catichin' vilians is a no, Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the words, spin's the verbs Lovers it curves so freak what you heard Rolin' 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 Repeat 1 (4x) 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 thats my peeps and we row G Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing Cartier wooded frames sported 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 rude 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 never been my flava So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity Repeat 1 (4x) Repeat 2 |
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