Yeah, you know what? I like to play. No dickity, no doubt. Play on, play at it. Play on, play at it. Yo, Dre, drop the verse.
It's going 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, that dog couldn't catch me.
Tell me you can stop with Dre making moves, attracting honeys like a magnet, giving them eargasms with my mellow accent. Still moving this flavor with the homies Blackstreet and Teddy, the original rough shakers.
Shut it down, good lord. Baby got them open all over town.
Strictly bitch, you don't care.
Play around, cover much grounds. Got game by the pound. Getting paid is a forte, each and every day. True play away. I can't get her out of my mind. I think about the girl all the time.
East side to the west side, pushing fat rides. It's no surprise. She got chicks in her stash, stacking up the cash, fast when it comes to the gas. By no means average, it's on what she's got to have.
Baby you're a perfect ten. I wanna get in.
Can I get down so I can stick.
I like the way you work, kid No diggity. I got to bag it up. Bag it up.
I like the way you work, kid No diggity. I got to bag it up. Bag it up.
I like the way you work, kid No diggity. I got to bag it up. Bag it up.
I like the way you work, kid No diggity. I got to bag it up.
Get up!
She's got clients!
Get up!


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