No Diggity (feat. Dr. Dre & Queen Pen) - Blackstreet

Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, 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 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 cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average As long as she's got to have it Baby, you're a perfect ten I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up She's got class and style Seen knowledge by the mile Baby, never act wild Very low-key on the profile Catching feelings is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curves the words, spins the verbs Lovers, it curves so freak what you heard Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh Man, that girl look good Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh Play on, play on Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh She's got class and style Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh No diggity, no doubt y'all I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up

I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately And the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rat-ta-tat-tat *automatic gunfire and screaming* *More screaming as tires peel out* I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys Tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggaz in the pen that get Hit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre You playin games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos

It's fuckin' ackrite Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, you knahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin' whores Around the full good-to-go girls Like them Barbicose girls, ridin' shotgun, baby I be postin' all-world in the ride Sippin' 151 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' Mack down I'm playin' lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) Drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool 'til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose Plus we watchin' hoes with lots of flesh exposed Gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand "I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team" Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (So give a nig' some ackrite) Frontin' on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin' slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo, my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp, make tracks Where else can we go to take hoes from fake Macks Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima The passenger, almost fractured her, neckbone, lookin' back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush Try to swing an EP tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) Biatch {I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on Take that dick off your shoulder And put it in your mouth Drink the evidence And hide the dick behind your head The police is comin It's called ten Put this dick behind your head}

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع