Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackstreet (On The Radio) , by - Blackstreet. Release date: 09.09.1996
Song language: English
Blackstreet (On The Radio) |
| 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, face the Blackstreet |
| The homies got RB, collab’creations |
| Pump like Athene, no doubt |
| I put it down, never slouch |
| As long as my credit can vouch |
| A dog couldn’t catch me saying ouch |
| 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 grounds, got game by the pound |
| Getting paid as a forty |
| Each and every day, true player way |
| I can’t get it out of my mind |
| 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 almost she’s got the heaven |
| 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 She’s got class and style |
| Street knowledge by the pow |
| Baby never act wild |
| Very low key on the profile |
| Catching feelings is unknown |
| Let me tell you how it goes |
| Curve’s the words, spin’s the verbs |
| Lovers it curves so freak what you heard |
| Going 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 |
| (rpt 1…) |
| 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 smart peeps and we roll jeeps |
| Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet |
| What you know about me, not a motherf. |
| thing |
| Crunching ear, wooded frames spotted 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 takin you, so Please excuse, if I come across room |
| 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 ain't never been me Word is bond, faking |
| moves never be my thing |
| So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Johnson |
| I be sitting in car, let’s say around 3:30 |
| Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it’s no diggity |
| (rpt 1, 2) |