Man Behind the Music

Lyrics

[Chorus: Teddy Riley & Queen Pen] 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) [Verse 1: Queen Pen] 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 [Interlude: Markell Riley] 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 [Verse 2: Teddy Riley] 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 [Interlude: Queen Pen] You, can't, take, it And now Here's the magnificent Funky Mama [Verse 3: Queen Pen] 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 [Chorus: Teddy Riley & Queen Pen] 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