No Diggity (A Capella)

Yeah
You know what?
I like the players
No diggity, no doubt
Play on, playette
Play on, playette
Yo, Street, drop the verse

Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strickly 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 (Well)
I think about the girl all the time (Well, well)

East side to the west side
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, you're a perfect 10, 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)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up (bag it up, girl)

I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up (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
Herb's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard

Rollin' with the fatness
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, everyday
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)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up (ohohoho, yeah)

I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up (bag it up, babe)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up

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 player)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (you're my kind of girl)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (heyyy yo)

'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me? Not a motha fuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty

As for me, icy gleemin' pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest clique up on this scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be diggin' you so

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 jacks ain't never been me
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, no diggity (no doubt, baby)

I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up (girl you got it good)
I like the way you work it
No diggity (play on, play on)
I got to bag it up (play on)

I like the way you work it (hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo)
No diggity
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it (hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo)
No diggity
I got to bag it up
Yeah

Play on, play on
'Cause I like it
No diggity, no doubt, yeah
We out, we out
We out, we out



Credits
Writer(s): Teddy Riley, Richard S. Vick Iii, William Stewart, Chauncey Hannibal, William Withers, Lynise Walters
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