Artist: Blackstreet f/ Dr. Dre, Queen Pen Album: Another Level Song: No Diggity Typed by: SKrachVYnl@aol.com, janis@betatesters.com Intro: Blackstreet NO DIGGITY! Yeah You know what I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse Verse One: Dr. Dre 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 staying out Tell me who could stop when Dre makin' moves Attracting honies like a magnet Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent Still moving his flavor With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy The original rump shakers Verse Two: Blackstreet Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got em up 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 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 Chorus: repeat 4X I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up Verse Three: Blackstreet She's got class and style Street knowledge, by the pound Baby never act wild Very low key on the profile Catching 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 Rolling 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 Chorus Interlude: 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 Verse Four: Queen Pen Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherfucking thing Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring We be's the baddest clique upon this scene Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads I 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 the playettes got to be Stay kicking 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 nigga Chauncey I'll be sending a car, let's say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity Chorus