It’s going down fad to Blackstreet

It’s going down fad to Blackstreet
 The horneys got abby collar creations funk like acne
 No doubt I put it down never slouch
 As long as my credit could vouch
 dog couldn’t catch me, straight up

 Tell me who could stop when Dre making moves
 Attracting honeys like a magnet
 Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent
 Still moving this flavour with horneys Blackstreet and Teddy
 The original rump shakers

 Shorty get down, good Lord
 Baby got them up open all over town
 Strictly biz she don’t play around
 Cover much grounds got game by the pound

 Getting paid is her forte
 Each and every day true player way
 I can’t get her outta my mind
 I think about the girl all the time

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

 We out

 [Thanks to Kor-In, Marissa, Gordon Andrews, Marie for lyrics]