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No Diggity Songtext
von Blackstreet

No Diggity Songtext

Yeah
Ya know what?

Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got ′em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Gettin′ paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think about the girl all the time

Eastside to the Westside
Push your fat 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 your 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
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up

She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve′s the word, spin's the verb
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
Trump tight all day, every day
You′re blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride


I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
I like the way you work it, no diggity (oh, yeah)
I got to bag it up

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
Whatchu know about me? Not a motha- thing
Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty
As for me icy gleamin′ pinky diamond ring
We be′s the baddest clique up on this scene
Ain't you gettin′ bored with these fake ass broads
High shows and proves, no doubt I be lettin' you know

Please excuse if I come across rude
That′s just me and that's how a playette′s got to be
Stay kickin' game with a capital G
Ask the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be
Word is bond, faking moves never been my thing
So Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncey
I′ll be sending a car, let′s say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

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I like the way you work it, ooh
I like the way you work it, ooh
I like the way you work it, ooh
I like the way you work it, ooh

I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it, no diggity
I got to bag it up

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