Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Diggity, artist - KisstoriansAlbum song Boys Night Out, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 11.03.2015
Record label: Legacy
Song language: English
No Diggity |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |