(Chorus by Teddy Riley)

---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, here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)

   Cause this style

   Is identical to none

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

   That's what I came here for

(QueenPen)

---Lyrical flows like what

   The man behind the music will make you jump

   New Jack you swing

   And make you shake your rump

   No diggity, tellin me this is what you want

   Baselines and snares that'll make you call

   Intimidated by his 14 year run

   At '97 he's a different kind of funk

   We push together like a perfect hand and tongue (how)

   You pressed your luck and now your back too should be sunk (and you)

   Be comming to the future with your face punked (and you)

   Forgot about the past now what you want

   Platinum tracks to put you on the map

   Cause we got to keep it in the fam

   You had your chance to be be down wit the man

   So busy playa hatin' perpetrating articulating

   And all his downfall you can't take it

(Teddy Riley)

---What the deal ma?

   Funky mama blaze the track so you could feel, huh?

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

   Rock the diamond Lex

   While I sit behind the desk and sign the checks

   You like hits baby?

   Got Em' going crazy on BLACKstreet

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

   Save all your whack beats

   QP and TR so precise with mics

   We should be surgeons in E.R.

   The block knows

   Baby girl be my diamond cuz she rocks shows

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

   Little man got your breath together

   With QueenPen, 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 cuz enough just to make hits

   Peep the facts, keep a stack

   On the streets of BLACK

   Ladies scream he's "The Mack"

   Cause I kick (what)

   Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick

   And plus, frontin's just ridiculous

   Cuz I'm rich

   We are TR you see QP that's we Blackstreet gone



(QueenPen)

---You can't take it...

  (And now, here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)

   Now Teddy jam for me one time

   Cross that thin line , make my hips bump and grind

   What just happened?

   All this shadyness cause of platinum hits

   Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent

   It ain't never been no different

   Cause we got witnesses

   To account for all of this shit

   Test with it , and you get your block knocked off

   You can keep keep yapping til you get a course

   It don't matter

   We don't follow chit chatter

   We make hits, and calls

   My situations get thick

   Ask Saint Nick, about the repetoir

   For those in the past, they know who they are

   If the shoe fits, trust

   We gon wear it

   Till we be the baddest clique up on this planet

   We paid the cost to boss, God damn it

   To scare money don't win money, now drop it



(Teddy Riley)

---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

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