Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/ Queen Pen - No Diggity

No DiggityBlackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen
You know what I like the play
No diggity, no doubtPlay on play on
Play on play onYo Dre, drop the verse
(Dr Dre)It's going down, face the BlackstreetThe homies got RB, collab' creationsPump like Athene, no doubt I put it down, never slouchAs long as my credit can vouchA dog couldn't catch me saying ouchTell me who can stop when Dre making movesAttracting honeys like a magnetGiving em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavorWith the homies Blackstreet and TeddyThe original rump shakers
(Verse 1)Shorty get down, good LordBaby got em up open all over townStrictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the poundGetting paid as a fortyEach and every day, true player wayI can't get it out of my mindI think about the girl all the time
East side to the west sidePushing fat rides, it's no surpriseShe got tricks in the stashStacking up the cashFast when it comes to the gasBy no means averageAs almost she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten,I wanna get inCan I get down, so I can win
1-I like the way you work itNo diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up (repeat 1, 1, 1, 1)
(Verse 2)She's got class and styleStreet knowledge by the poundBaby never act wildVery low key on the profileCatching feelings is unknownLet me tell you how it goes
Curve's the words, spin's the verbsLovers it curves so freak what you heardGoing with the fatnessYou don't even know what the half isYou gotta pay to playJust for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
I like the way you work itTrumped tight, all day, every dayYou're blowing my mind, maybe in timeBaby, I can get you in my ride
(Verse 3)Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yoHey yo, that girl looks goodHey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yoPlay on, play on play it
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yoYou're my kind of girl, no diggityHey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey

(Queen Pen)Cause that smart peeps and we roll jeepsFlying first class from New York City to BlackstreetWhat you know about me, not a motherf.. thingCrunching ear, wooded frames spotted by my shorty
As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ringWe be's the baddest clique up on the sceneAin't you getting bored with these fake ass broadsI shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin' you, soPlease excuse, if I come across roomThat's just me and that's how the playettes got to beStay kicking game with a capital GAsk the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can beWord is bond, faking jacks ain't never been meWord is bond, faking moves never be my thing
So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga JohnsonI be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity