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 going down, fake 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 slouch. Tell me who can stop with Dre making moves, attracting honeys like a magnet. Giving them eargasms with my mellow accent. Still moving this flavor with the homies, Blackstreet and Teddy, the original rump shakers. Slutty and down, good luck. Baby got them whooping all over town. Strictly bitch, she don't play around. Cover much grounds, got game by the pound. Getting paid is a 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, pushing fat rides, it's no surprise. She got tricks in her stash, stacking up the cash, fast when it comes to the gas. By no means average, it's on when she's got the habit. Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in, can I get down so I can? 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, she 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. Verbs the word, spins the verb. Lovers it curves, so freak what you heard. Rolling 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, jump 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. I like the way you work it, no diggity. I got to bag it up. 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 are my kind of girl. Don't diggity. Hey yo, hey yo, 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 play off of a thing. Cartier wooded frame sported by my shorty. As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring. We beasts, I just click up on this scene. Ain't you getting bored with these fake boards? High shows improves, no doubt. I've been thinking 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 Lord. Crankin' moves never been my thing. So Teddy, pass the word to Yogi and Chauncey. I'll be sendin' a call, let's say around 3.30. Green pen and black sheets. 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.