Yeah, you know what? I like to play it. No dickity, no doubt. Play on, play it. Play on, play it. Yo, Dre, drop the verse. It's goin' down, fade to Blackstreet. The homies got at me, collab creations. Bump like agony, no doubt. I put it down, never slouch. As long as my credit can vouch, a doll couldn't catch me. Tell me who can stop with Dre makin' moves, attractin' honeys like a magnet. Givin' them eargasms with my mellow accent. Still movin' this flavor with the homies, Blackstreet and Teddy, the original ruffshakers. Shake Claudia down, good lord. Baby got her whoopin' all over town. Strictly bitch, 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 out of my mind. I think about the girl all the time. East side to the west side, pushin' fat rides, it's no surprise. She got tricks in her stash, stackin' up the cash fast when it comes to the gas. By no means average, it's on what she's got to have it. Baby you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in. Can I get down so I can dig? 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, shootin' knowledge by the pile. Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile. Catchin' feelings is a no, let me tell you how it goes. Herbs the word, spins the verb. Lovers it curves, so freak what you heard. Rollin' with the fatness, you don't even know what the half is. You got to pay to play, just for shorty bang bang to look your way. I like the way you work it, drunk tight all day every day. You're blowin' 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. 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. Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo. You know 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. Cause that's my peeps and we rose deep. Flyin' first class from New York City to Black Street. What you know about me? Now don't be up for no thing. Cartier wooded frame sported by my shorty. As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring. We beast if I just click up on this scene. Ain't you gettin' bored with these fake boards? Hot shows improves, no doubt, I predict and so. Please excuse if I come across rude, that's just me. And that's how a player'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 born, fakin' moves never been my thing. So Teddy, pass the world to Yoda and Chauncey. I'll be sendin' a call, let's say around 3.30. No diggity. No doubt, baby. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the bag in it. Girl, we got it goin' on. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the bag in it. Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo. Yeah. Come on. Dickey in full effect. Lisa in full effect. Dickey in full effect. Tameka in full effect. Lisa in full effect. Ain't nothin' goin' on but the red. Yeah. Play on, play Edits. Play on. Play on. Because I like it. No diggity. No doubt. Blackstreet Productions. We out. We out. We out. We out.