No Diggity lyrics

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 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 a forte

Each and every day, true playa 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

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?

[1] - I like the way you work it

No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up

[Repeat 1 (3x)]

She's got class and style

Street knowledge by the pound

Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catching feelin's is a no

Let me tell you how it goes:

Herb'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 got to 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 that's my peeps and we roll deep

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me? Not a motherf.. thing

Cartier wooded frames supported 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 letting you know

Please excuse, if I come across rude

That's just me and that's how a playette's got to be

Stay kicking game with a capital G

Aks the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be

Word is bond, faking moves never been my flavor

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy

I'll be sending the call, let's say around 3:30

Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

• Artist:Blackstreet
• Album:Another Level (1996)