Песня: Man Behind The Music Chorus: Teddy Riley This is how it should be done Cause this style is identical to none How can I make you dance some more (T.R.) That's what I came here for
Repeat Chorus
And nowwww here's the magnificent... Funkyyyyyy momma!
Verse One: 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 No Diggi-ty tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares That'll make you hump, WHY Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL In ninety-seven he's a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue, HAH You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU Forgot about the past, now what you 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 wit da man, UH-HUH So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds Articulatin, on his downfall, TRUE, you can't take it
What the deal Ma? Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her I'm Miggidy I'm all about the dollar bills y'all, rock the Diamond Lex All that shit behind my desk is signed in checks
[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, Q.P. and T.R. So precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R. 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 can stop those, Little Man got your breath together With Queen Pen now it's hot to death, so take a look back (look back) What I did, what I'm doin, where I take this (take that) It's kind of simple cause a n*gga 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, sh*t to make a fly chick you with My chick, and plus funds just ridiculous Cause I'm rich, we are T.R. you see Q.P. That's we BlackStreet, gone!
(You, can't, take, it)
And nowwwwwwwww here's the magnificent... Funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah!
[Queen Pen] Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME Cross that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND What just happened, all this shadyness cause of platinum hits Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma represent It ain't never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES To account for alla dis sh*t, test we And get your, block knocked off, UHH 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 ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire For those in the past, they know who they are If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT And we beez the baddest click up on this planet We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn it] Cause scared don't win money, NOW DROP IT
)