Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Diggity, artist - The Vocal Masters. Album song Rap Greats Prodigy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2017
Record label: Sun Fly UK
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 |