Intro: Blackstreet

You know what
I like the playettes
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Play on playette
Yo Dre, drop the verse

Verse One: Dr. Dre

It's going down, face the Blackstreet
The homies got RB, collab' creations
Pump like Athene, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
dog couldn't catch me saying ouch
Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavour
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The [bad word] shakers

Verse Two: Blackstreet

Gonna get down, good lord
Baby got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day, [bad word] player way
I can't get it 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 the cash
Fast when [bad word] to the gas
By no means averageAs almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
 [bad word]  repeat 4X

I like the way you work it
No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up

Verse Three: Blackstreet

She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pow
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is unknown
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the words, spin's the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Going 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 [bad word] tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
 [bad word] 
Interlude:

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

Verse Four: Queen Pen

Cause that's my peeps and we roll jeeps
Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing [bad word] 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 [bad word] broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin you, so
Please excuse, if [bad word] across room
That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be
Stay kicking game with a capital GAxe 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 [bad word] ChaunceeI be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30
Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity
 [bad word]