Perfect Pitch Black

It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit could vouch
A dog couldn't catch me, straight up
Tell me who could stop when
Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavour with homies
Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got them open up 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 outta my mind
I think about the girl all the time
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Baby
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Baby
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Baby
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
Weeouw



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Brodsky, Adam Marc Mcgrath, Caleb Mark Scofield, John Robert Conners
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