No Diggity

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 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 them eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor with my homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers

Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby, got 'em open 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 boy 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
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
We out!



Credits
Writer(s): Lynise Walters, Bill Withers, Edward Theodore Riley, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Richard S. Vick Iii, William Stewart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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