Various Artists – No Diggity lyrics

No diggity, yeah, ya know what?
I like the players, no diggity, no doubt
Play on, play that, play on, play that
Yo Dre, drop the verse

It's goin' down fad to Blackstreet
The homeys got abby collab creations Funk like acne
No doubt, I put it down never slouch
As long as my credit could vouch
A dog couldn't catch me, ass out

Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves
Attractin' honeys like a magnet
Giving them eargasm with my mellow accent
Still movin' his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers

Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound

Gettin' paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side
Push your fat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash, stackin' up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect 10, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
(Bag it up)
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
(Bag it up)

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
(Bag it up)
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up

She's got class and style, she's managed by the town
Baby, never act wild, very low key on the profile
Catching villains is a no, let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers, it curves, so freak what you heard

Rollin' with the fatness
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
Trump tight all day, everyday
You're blowin' my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you with my ride

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
(Bag it up)
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
(Bag it up)
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up

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 player)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
(You're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

'Cuz that's my peeps and we rows G
Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
Whatchu know about me, not a motha fuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty

Ask for me, icy gleeming pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest click up on this scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
High shows and proves, no doubt, I be diggin' you so

Please excuse if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how a player's got to be
Stay kickin' game with a capital G
Ask the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be

Word is born, fakin' moves never been my thing
So Teddy pass the word to your nigga, Chauncey
I'll be sending the car, let's say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it
(No diggity)
I got to bag it up

Yeah, come on
Jackie in full effect, Lisa in full effect
Nicky in full effect, Tomeka in full effect
Ladies in full effect, ain't nothing goin' on but the rent
Yeah, play on, play that
Play on, play on 'cuz I like it
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