No Diggity
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Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen
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You know what
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I like the playettes
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No diggity, no doubt
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Play on playette
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Play on playette
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Yo Dre, drop the verse
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(Dr Dre)
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It's going down, face the Blackstreet
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The homies got me, collab' creations
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Pump like Athene, no doubt
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I put it down, never slouch
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As long as my credit can vouch
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A dog couldn't catch me saying ouch
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Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves
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Attracting honeys like a magnet
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Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent
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Still moving this flavour
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With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
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The original rump shakers
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(Verse 1)
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Shorty in down, good Lord
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Baby got em up open all over town
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Strictly biz, she don't play around
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Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
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Getting paid as a forty
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Each and every day, true player way
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I can't get it out of my mind
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I think about the girl all the time
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East side to the west side
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Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
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She got tricks in the stash
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Stacking up the cash
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Fast when it comes to the gas
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By no means average
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As almost she's got the heaven
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Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
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Can I get down, so I can win
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1-I like the way you work it
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No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up
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(repeat 1, 1, 1, 1)
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(Verse 2)
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She's got class and style
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Street knowledge by the pow
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Baby never act wild
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Very low key on the profile
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Catching feelings is unknown
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Let me tell you how it goes
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Curve's the words, spin's the verbs
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Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
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Going with the phatness
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You don't even know what the half is
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You gotta pay to play
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Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
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I like the way you work it
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Trumped tight, all day, every day
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You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
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Baby, I can get you in my ride
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(rpt 1...)
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(Verse 3)
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2-Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Hey yo, that girl looks good
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Play on, play on playette
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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You're my kind of girl, no diggity
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Hey
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(Queen Pen)
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Cause that smart peeps and we roll jeeps
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Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
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What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing
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Crunching ear, wooded frames spotted by my shortie
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As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
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We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
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Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
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I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin you, so
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Please excuse, if I come across room
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That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be
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Stay kicking game with a capital G
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Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be
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Word is bond, faking jacks ain't never been me
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Word is bond, faking moves never be my thing
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So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Johnson
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I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30
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Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity
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(rpt 1, 2)
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Blackstreet (On The Radio)
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| Blackstreet |
