Blackstreet & Dr. Dre (feat.) & Queen Pen (feat.): No Diggity | Song-Factsheet


Song «No Diggity» von Blackstreet & Dr. Dre (feat.) & Queen Pen (feat.).


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1996 09 09 (Album), 1996 09 30 (Single)
Label: Interscope INTD 90071, Interscope IND 95003
Songwriter Andre Young & Chauncey Hannibal & Teddy Riley & William Stewart & Lynise Walters & Richard Vick & Bill Withers
Produktion: Teddy Riley & William
Genre: Afroamericana - R'n'B - New-Jack-Swing


Der Song wurde eine Nummer 1 in den Billboard Hot 100 und in den R&B Charts. In der CH ging er auf Platz 11.

Personen und Querverweise

Blackstreet & Dr. Dre (feat.)
Queen Pen (feat.)
Andre Young
Chauncey Hannibal
Teddy Riley
William Stewart
Lynise Walters
Richard Vick
Bill Withers
Teddy Riley


You know what I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette, play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse It's going down, fade to Blackstreet The homies got RB, collab' creations Bump like acne, no doubt I put it down, never slouch As long as my credit can vouch A dog couldn't catch me ass out Tell me who can stop when Dre makin' moves Attracting honeys like a magnet Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent Still moving this flavor With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy The original rump shakers Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em up open all over town Strictly biz, she don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound Getting paid is her 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' 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 She's on when she's got to have it Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in Can I get down, so I can win [Chorus: x4] I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pound Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile Catchin' feelings is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the words, spins the verbs Lovers it curves so freak what you heard Rollin' 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 [Chorus: x4] Cause that's my peeps and we row G Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing Cartier wooded frames sported 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 taking you, so Please excuse, if I come across rude That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be Stay kickin' game with a capital G Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flavor So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncey I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity [Chorus: x4]