No Diggity (Re-Recorded / Remastered)

Yeah, you know what?

I like the playettes

No diggity, no doubt, uh

Play on, playette

Play on, playette

Yo, street drop the verse

(No diggity)

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

Getting paid is her forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can't get her out of my mind

I think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side

Pushin' phat 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

It's on when she's got to have it

Baby, you're 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

Lover hits curves, so freak what you heard

Rollin' with the phatness

You don't even know what the half is

You've got to 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)

I like the way you work it

No diggity, I got to bag it up (oh-oh-oh)

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 (aw yeah)

No diggity, I got to bag it up (hey yeah)

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, play on)

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

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (hey yo)

'Cause that's my peeps and we roll G

Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me? Not a motherf- thing

Cartier wooden frames sported by my shorty

As for me, icy gleaming pinkie diamond ring

We bes the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain't you getting bored with these fake-ass broads?

I show and prove, 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 has never been my thing

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy

I'll be sending the call, let's say, around 3:30

Queen Ava and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

No diggity, no diggity

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