Yeah, you know what? I like to play. No dickity, no doubt. Play on, playa. Play on, playa. Yo, Drake, 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 dog couldn't catch me. Tell me who can stop with Drake 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. Love to get down, good love. Baby got em open all over town. Strictly bitch, she don't play around. Cover much grounds, got game all the time. Gettin' 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, pushin' fat rides, it's no surprise. She got tricks in the 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. 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 pile. Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile. Catchin' 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. 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, jump 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, hey-yo, that girl looks good. Hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, hey-yo, I'm a 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, 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 think I'm for the same. 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 gettin' bored with these fake boards? I shows and proves, 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. Queen Penning, Black Street. No diggity, no doubt, baby. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the baggage. Girl, you got it goin' on. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the baggage. No diggity. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the baggage. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I got the baggage. Yeah. Come on. Becky in full effect. Lisa in full effect. Nicki in full effect. Tamika in full effect. Liz in full effect. Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent. Yeah. Play on, play it. Play on, play it. Cause I like it. No diggity, no doubt. Black Street Productions. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out. We out.