| You know what
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| I like the playettes
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| No diggity, no doubt
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| Play on playette, play on playette
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| Yo Dre, drop the verse
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| It’s going down, fade to Blackstreet
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| The homies got RB, collab' creations
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| Bump like acne, no doubt
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| I put it down, never slouch
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| As long as my credit can vouch
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| A dog couldn’t catch me ass out
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| Tell me who can stop when Dre makin' moves
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| Attracting honeys like a magnet
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| Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
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| Still moving this flavor
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| With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
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| The original rump shakers
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| Shorty get down, good Lord
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| Baby got 'em up open all over town
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| Strictly biz, she don’t play around
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| Cover much ground, got game by the pound
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| Getting paid is her forte
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| Each and every day, true player way
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| I can’t get her out of my mind
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| I think about the girl all the time
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| East side to the west side
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| Pushin' phat rides, it’s no surprise
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| She got tricks in the stash
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| Stacking up the cash
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| Fast when it comes to the gas
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| By no means average
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| She’s on when she’s got to have it
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| Baby, you’re a perfect ten, I wanna get in
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| Can I get down, so I can win
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
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| She’s got class and style
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| Street knowledge by the pound
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| Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile
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| Catchin' feelings is a no
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| Let me tell you how it goes
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| Curve’s the words, spins the verbs
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| Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
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| Rollin' with the phatness
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| You don’t even know what the half is
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| You gotta pay to play
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| Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
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| I like the way you work it
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| Trumped tight all day, every day
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| You’re blowing my mind, maybe in time
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| Baby, I can get you in my ride
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| Cause that’s my peeps and we row G
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| Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
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| What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
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| Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
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| As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
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| We be’s the baddest clique up on the scene
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| Ain’t you getting bored with these fake ass broads
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| I shows and proves, no doubt, I be taking you, so
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| Please excuse, if I come across rude
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| That’s just me and that’s how the playettes got to be
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| Stay kickin' game with a capital G
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| Axe the peoples on my block, I’m as real as can be
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| Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flavor
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| So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncey
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| I be sitting in car, let’s say around 3:30
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| Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it’s no diggity |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Diggity , by - The Vocal Masters. Song from the album Rap Greats Prodigy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп