Blackstreet Blackstreet (on The Radio) Lyrics

Blackstreet (on The Radio) Lyrics

No Diggity 

Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen 





You know what 

I like the playettes 

No diggity, no doubt 

Play on playette 

Play on playette 

Yo Dre, drop the verse 



(Dr Dre) 

It's going down, face the Blackstreet 

The homies got me, collab' creations 

Pump like Athene, no doubt 

I put it down, never slouch 

As long as my credit can vouch 

A dog couldn't catch me saying ouch 

Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves 

Attracting honeys like a magnet 

Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent 

Still moving this flavour 

With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy 

The original rump shakers 



(Verse 1) 

Shorty in down, good Lord 

Baby got em up open all over town 

Strictly biz, she don't play around 

Cover much grounds, got game by the pound 

Getting paid as a forty 

Each and every day, true player way 

I can't get it out of my mind 

I think about the girl all the time 



East side to the west side 

Pushing 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 

As almost she's got the heaven 

Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in 

Can I get down, so I can win 



1-I like the way you work it 

No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up 



(repeat 1, 1, 1, 1) 



(Verse 2) 

She's got class and style 

Street knowledge by the pow 

Baby never act wild 

Very low key on the profile 

Catching feelings is unknown 

Let me tell you how it goes 

Curve's the words, spin's the verbs 

Lovers it curves so freak what you heard 



Going with the phatness 

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 

Trumped tight, all day, every day 

You're blowing my mind, maybe in time 

Baby, I can get you in my ride 

(rpt 1...) 



(Verse 3) 

2-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 playette 

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo 

You're my kind of girl, no diggity 

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo 

Hey 



(Queen Pen) 



Cause that smart peeps and we roll jeeps 

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet 

What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing 

Crunching ear, wooded frames spotted by my shortie 



As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring 

We be's the baddest clique up on the scene 

Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads 

I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin you, so 



Please excuse, if I come across room 

That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be 

Stay kicking game with a capital G 

Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be 



Word is bond, faking jacks ain't never been me 

Word is bond, faking moves never be my thing 

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Johnson 

I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30 

Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity 

(rpt 1, 2)