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OLE FEDDERSEN lyrics : "No Diggity"

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 $$# 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 in 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 player 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
As long as 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 try to bag it up, bag it up
[Repeat 1 x3]


She's got class and style
She's managed by the town,
Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile
Catching catichin' vilians is a no,
Let me tell you how it goes

Curve's the words, spin's the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rolin' 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

[Repeat 1 x4]


[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 thats my peeps and we row G

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherf.. 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 $$# broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin 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

Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be
Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flava
So, Teddy, pass the word to your ^!$$% Chauncy
I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

[Repeat 1 x4]

[Repeat 2]

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