Man Behind The Music

Step right up step up step up

Step right up step up step up

This is how it should be done

'Cause this style

Is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more

That's what I came here for

This is how it should be done

(And now here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)

'Cause this style

Is identical to none

How can I make you dance some more

That's what I came here for

Feel your blue flows like water

The man behind the music will make you jump

Oh Jack you're swingin'

Make you shake your rump

No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want

Baselines and snares that will make you funk

Intimidated by his 14 year old

At 97 he's a different kind of funk

We push together like a perfect hand and tongue

You pressed your luck and now your back to should be sunk

Be coming, free the future, with yo' face punked

Forgot about the past now what you want

Platinum tracks to put you on the map

'Cause we gotta keep it in the fam'

You had yo' chance to be down wit da man

So busy playa hatin', perpetuating, articulating

Balla's down four, you can't take me

What the deal ma

Funkey Mama plays the track so you could feel, huh?

I'll make a D, I'm all about the dolla' bills y'all

Rock the diamond Lex while I sit behind my desk

And sign the checks

If you like hits baby

Got 'em going crazy on Blackstreet

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

Save all yo whack beats, QP and TR so precise with mics

We should be surgeons in E.R.

The block knows

Baby girl be my diamond 'cause she rocks shows

See my one's 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

What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this

It's kinda simple 'cause it's nothing just to make hits

Peep the facts, keep 'em stacked

When the streets are Black

Ladies scream he's the Mack

'Cause I kick (what)

Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick

And plush funds 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 Funkey Mama)

Now Teddy jam for me one time

Enforce that then I'd make my hips bump and grind

We'll just happen

All this shit in this 'cause of platinum hits

Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent

It ain't never been no different

And we got witnesses

You account for all of this shit

Just we, and get your block knocked off

You can keep your I-pinion till you get there

'Cause it don't matter

We don't follow chit chatter

We make hits

And calls, my situations get thick

Ask St. Nick, about the repertoire

For those in the past, they know who they are

If the shoe fits, trust

We gon' wear it

Can we be's the baddest clique up on this planet

We paid the cost to be boss guys

'Cause scare money 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

(Little man)

That's what I came here for