No Diggity Cover

Homies Black Street and Teddy, the original Rock Shakers.

So they get down good and low, baby, got them open all over town. Strictly busy, don't play around, cover much ground, got gang by the pound. Getting paid is a fault, tight, never die, true play way. I can't get him out of my mind, I think about the boy all the time. East Side to the West Side, pushing fat rides, it's no surprise. He's got tricks in store, Fast, stacking up the cash. Fast when it comes to the gas. By no means half-baked. It's on when he's got to have it. Baby, you're perfect. And can I get in? I want to get down so I can win. I like the way you work it. No diggity. You got to bag it up.

I like the way you work it. No diggity. Got to bag it up. Say, I like the way you work it. No diggity. Got to bag it up.

I like the way you work it.

No diggity. Got to bag it up.

Say, he's got class and style. Street knowledge by the pound. Baby never act wild. Very low-key on the profile. Catching villains, yes, I know. Let me tell you how it goes. Curves the word, spins the verb. Lovers, it curves so frequent. Yeah, oh. Rolling with the fatness. You don't even know what the half is. You gotta pay to play just for Soda Bang Bang to look your way. I like the way you work it. Trump tight all day, every day. You blow my mind. Maybe in time, baby, I can get you in my ride. Like the way you work it. No diggity. Got to bang it off. Oh.

I like the way you work it. No diggity. Got to bang it off. Oh. I like the way you work it. Got to back it up. I like the way you work it. Got to back it up. Say hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, that boy looks good.

Lay on, play on, play us. You're my kind of boy. Hey, ah, ah, we out, we out.