No Diggity
Blackstreet Lyrics


You know what
I like the playettes
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette, play on playette
Yo Dre, drop the verse

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 makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers

Shorty get 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 her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
I think about the girl all the time
East side to the west side
Pushin' 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
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, 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, bag it up

She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile
Catchin' feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the words, spins the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' 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

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, bag it up

Cause that's my peeps and we row G
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' 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 taking you, so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be
Stay kickin' 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 flavor
So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncey
I be sitting in 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, 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, bag it up

Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Bill Withers, Chauncey Hannibal, Lynise Walters, Richard Vick, Teddy Riley, William Stewart

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Kristin O'Neal

Yeah
You know what
I like the players
No diggity, no doubt, yeah
Play on player, play on player
Yo Dre, drop the verse

It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, 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 makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor
With the homies 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

Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind (Wow)
I think about the girl all the time (Wow wow)

East side to the west side
Pushin' 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
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, 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, girl

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, get up

She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile

Catchin' feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves so freak, what you heard?

Rollin' 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
Trump tight all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in 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, oh yeah

I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up, babe
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, get 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 (Hey yo)

'Cause that's my peeps, and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me? Not a m-f- thing
Cartier wooden frames sported by my shorty

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, how predictably so

Please excuse, if I come across rude, that's just me
And that's how the playette'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 bond, faking moves never been my thing
So, Teddy, pass the word to your n- Chauncy
I be sending the call, let's say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

No diggity, no doubt baby
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up (Girl, you got it going on)

I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
(Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo) I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
(Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo) I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Yeah, come on

Maggie in full effect
Lisa in full effect (Right)
Biggie in full effect (Uh huh)
Tamika in full effect (Yeah)
Blaze in full effect (Right)
Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent (No doubt)

Yeah, play on, playette
(Play on, playette)
Play on (play on) play on (Play on)
'Cause I like it (Right)
No diggity, no doubt, yeah
(Blackstreet productions)
We out, we out (Right)
We out, we out

Source:ย Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bill Withers / Edward Theodore Riley / Chauncey Andre Hannibal / Lynise Walters / William Stewart / Richard S. Vick Ii



All comments from YouTube:

BlackOpsAmazing

Man they don't make songs like this anymore :(

Samuel Monaco

Still listening 2021, absolute world beater of a song.

The RedBlur

Ikr back wen music was music ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ

ACx1D

The golden age of music ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช

Kart Guy

True very and them women DAMN!

BoneDawg

@Mรกirรญn Kenny most of them use auto now days

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warren j

Stop asking who's still listening, we never stop listening

Da Suaveologist

I know. Everyone wanna be copycats

Alexander Davidson

This is a track everyone loves... Even if they don't know it yet

John Rey Fortun

damn right

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