Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Diggity , by - Oli Brown. Song from the album Heads I Win Tails You Lose, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 02.05.2010
Record label: RUF
Song language: English
No Diggity |
| 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 |
| I like the way you work it |
| No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up |
| I like the way you work it |
| I like the way you work it |
| I like the way you work it |
| She’s got class and style |
| She’s managed by the town |
| Baby, never act wild |
| Very low key on the profile |
| Catching, catching villains 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 |
| 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 |
| 'Cause that’s my peeps and we row G |
| Flying first class from New York City to Black street |
| What you know about me? |
| Not a motherfucking 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 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 |
| Ax 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 nigga Chauncy |
| I be sitting in car, let’s say around 3:30 |
| Queen Pen and Black street, it’s no diggity |