Man Behind the Music

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(TR) That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done (And now)

'Cause this style is identical to none (Here's the magnificent)

How can I make you dance some more? (Funky)

(TR) That's what I came here for (Mama)

Lyrical flows like what?

The man behind the music'll make you jump

New jack your swing and make you shake your rump (True)

No Diggi-ty tellin' me this is what you want

Bass lines and snares that'll make you pump (Wow)

Intimated by his fourteen year run (Well)

At '97, he's a different kind of funk (Funk, funk, funk)

We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue (Ha)

You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk (You)

Be combin through the future with your face punked (And you)

Forgot about the past, now what you want? (Want)

Platinum tracks, to put you on the map (Nah)

'Cause we gotta keep it in fam' (Yeah)

You had your chance to be down with the man (Uh-huh)

So busy player-hatin' perpetratin' (Frauds), articulatin'

On his downfall (True), you can't take it

What the deal, Ma?

Funky Mama blaze the track so you can feel her

I'm Miggidy, I'm all about the dollar bills, y'all, rock the diamond Lex

While I sit behind my desk and sign the check

Do you like hits, baby? Got 'em goin' crazy on Blackstreet

You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet

Save all your wack beats, QP and TR

So precise with mics we should be surgeons in ER

The block knows (Like that)

Baby girl be my diamond 'cause she rocks shows (For Black)

See my ones ain't no way that you could stop those

Little Man got your breath together

With Queen Pen (Yeah), now it's hot to death

So take a look back (Back)

What I did, what I'm doin', where I take this (Take that)

It's kind of simple 'cause another **** just make hits (Make tracks)

Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black

Ladies scream, "He's the mack," 'cause I kick (What?)

**** to make a fly chick you with my chick

And plus frontin' just ridiculous 'cause I'm rich

We are, TR, you see

QP, that's we, Blackstreet, gone

You, can't, take, it

And now

Here's the magnificent

Funky

Mama

Now Teddy, jam for me one time

Cross that thin line make my hips bump and grind

What just happened, all this shadiness cause of platinum hits

Little Man be the ****, Funky Mama represent

It ain't never been no different plus we got witnesses

To account for all of this ***, test we

And get your, block knocked off, uh

You can keep yappin' until you get hoarse

It don't matter, we don't follow chit chatter

We make hits and calls when situations get thick (Uh)

Ask Saint Nick, about the repertoire (Ahh)

For those in the past, they know who they are

If the shoe fits trust, we gon' wear it

And we be's the baddest click up on this planet

We paid the cost to be boss God**** (Ha)

'Cause scared don't win money, now drop it

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(Middle man) That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(TR) That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(TR) That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(TR) That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more?

(TR) That's what I came here for