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| This page features: "No Diggity", "Girlfriend/Boyfriend", "Take Me There", and "Can You Feel Me?" |
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| You know whatI like the playettesNo diggity, no doubtPlay on playette Play on playetteYo Dre, drop the verse(Dr Dre) It's going down, face the BlackstreetThe homies got RB, collab' creations Pump like Athene, no doubtI put it down, never slouch As long as my credit can vouchA dog couldn't catch me saying ouch Tell me who can stop when Dre making movesAttracting honeys like a magnet Giving em eargasms with my mellow accentStill moving this flavour With the homies Blackstreet and TeddyThe original rump shakers(Verse 1) Shorty in down, good LordBaby got em up open all over town Strictly biz, she don't play aroundCover much grounds, got game by the pound Getting paid as a fortyEach and every day, true player way I can't get it out of my mindI think about the girl all the time East side to the west sidePushing phat rides, it's no surprise She got tricks in the stashStacking up the cashFast when it comes to the gas By no means averageAs almost she's got the heaven Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get inCan 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 styleStreet knowledge by the pow Baby never act wildVery low key on the profileCatching feelings is unknown Let me tell you how it goesCurve's the words, spin's the verbs Lovers it curves so freak what you heardGoing with the phatness You don't even know what the half isYou gotta pay to play Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your wayI like the way you work it Trumped tight, all day, every dayYou'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) (Teddy)Blackstreet, JJ Come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what what (Teddy and Janet) What's up girlfriend? What's up boyfriend? Show me my girlfriendMeet my boyfriend This is my girlfriend This is my boyfriend So what's up girlfriend? So what's up boyfriend? Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up? (Teddy of Blackstreet) I can't get her off my backG ive her a little love she don't know how to act She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back I didn't know honey gets down like that Now girl I gotta watch us pack This female is a fatal attract Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why...Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone She keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that she lovin' me But my girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Uh, pick it up JJ one time (Janet Jackson) I can't get him out of my hair Had the boy playin' truth or dare Callin' my phone this is where I be Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze It's 2am and he's back again Arms on his waist, all in my way Boy there must be more spice than this Boyfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone He keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that he's lovin' me But my baby said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it (Ja-Rule) Yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark You wasn't smart, you started f***in' Jah with your heart If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me baby If my world was yours it would drive you crazy 'Cause I love what I do, like f***in' you hoes and soon Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease You f***in' with me, just know we f***in' for free Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off Nigga wanna f***in' run, better shake off Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin' Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'? Big cat with the big gat ready to f*** One nutt you done screamin' d**n baby I'm stuck (Ja-Rule) Why in the world would you continue to run my way? Got hit once, found out that I don't play What the deal mami? Who pushed you through the irony of F***in' and suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me Yeah you use to have me flippin' All your ex-hoes had me bitchin' Daddy, I never front, your d**k game keep me twitchin' (no doubt) How can you deny this freak? Shhh...no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet (Teddy of Blackstreet) Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Janet) Boyfriend on the phone You call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my pager 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Teddy) Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Janet) Boyfriend on the phone You call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my pager 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone (Both) Boy/Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause s/he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone S/he keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that he lovin' me But my baby/girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it (Teddy) We out. |
| Intro (Teddy Riley Of Blackstreet):R-U-G-R-A-T-S Chorus: Mya and Blackstreet Take me there, I wanna go thereTake me there, Let's go there Take me to that great place with wonders and wishes Take me there, I wanna go thereTake me there. Let's go there just take me to that great place with wonders and wishesVerse One: Mya Sittin here thinkin bout yesterdayAbout what we did and how we used to play Just the thought of you bring a smile upon my face That's how it makes me feel to see you everyday Where we go, nobody knows And what we do, is between me and you So c'mon and take my hand, to that special place Where smiles come to life, and dreams come true(Chorus) Verse Two: Chauncey Of BlackstreetLet's make a wish Close your eyes and count to fiveCuz you know that everything will be alright See the magic in your eyesCuz the love you knowTo bring your dreams to life Where we go, Nobody knowsAnd what we do, is between me and you So c'mon and take my hand, to that special place I don't ever want this dream to go away(Chorus)Rap One: Mase Now Lil is the one with all the exposurePhil is the one who drop in the stroller Tommy got the whole world on his shouldersAnd Phil cries to sleep, Til' his eyes get bleakI'm identical to Chucky, Chucky to petro Chucky get scared, Chucky says "Let's Go." If I was a rugrat, it would've been so real Me and my twin would've been just like Phil and LilRap Two: Blinky Blink Got one wish, Blink grant you one trip Where we going, it's an adventure, who you wanna come with See you my little brother that I'll come getRun with, But it gotta be done quick See Chucky is scared and Tommy is sadAnd Phil and Lil misses their mom and dad So take the time of dayAnd we'll find the place And I guarantee that we will all get home safe Mya: Just Take me there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Feel thisTwelve cars, mansion, beautiful kidsFly life, my life Wanna be here to see it on TVListen to my CD easily Dough flow, blow, do the show, all across the globe Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million Wanna jam with my ghetto's blackstreet herosDo they thing, whatcha got? New Jack swing, Teddy stay ready Deadly on the remix I'm the prefix and suffix, got enough chips Not enough hits though, don't get it twistedOver a hundred of mine listed, why? K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye In the game I'm ahead of, spread love, call my fleet When I break bread, we all'll eatThat's how we play from Motown to VA T.R., mad PR, Cuban cigar, never illegal None of y'all equal, peek-a-boo, I see you Now I'll leave you with just a little sneak preview You know how we do, music for the people1 - Got to give the people Give the people what they want Want ch'all to feel this Get near this, hear this It's the realist Gotta give what the people Give the people what they want Want cha'll to feel this Get near this, hear this It's the realist See Black, Markell, future sound cartelSoon as we dropped the stock fell Look, better hooks than AliGive more nightmares than Rakim G-rock to whom I sell records, you don't Check my Steez, invest my g's, adjust that beats's Golddiggers wanna caress my cheekSee me flow, battle free G, CEO yo That'll be me, why y'all hate to workI read every line of the paperwork That's my job, 'till it's all doneCorn on the cob, MC's it ain't all fun You might flow to sick cuz it really quickest But you stay booked forever cuz you don't know the businessRepeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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