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Man Behind the Music
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featuring Teddy Riley
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Step right up, step up, step up, (repeat)
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[Teddy]
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1 - This is how it should be done
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Cuz this style
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Is identical to none
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How can I make you dance some more (TR)
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That's what I came here for
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This is how it should be done
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(And now, here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)
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Cuz this style
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Is identical to none
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How can I make you dance some more (TR)
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That's what I came here for
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[Queen Pen]
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Feel your blue flows like water
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The man behind the music will make you jump
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Ooo Jack you're swingin'
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Make you shake your rump
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No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want
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Baselines and snares that will make you funk
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Intimidated by his 14 year old
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At 97 he's a different kind of funk
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We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
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You pressed your luck and now your back to should be sunk
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Be comming, free the future, with yo' face punked
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Forgot about the past now what you want
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Platinum tracks to put you on the map
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Cuz we gotta keep it in the fam'
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You had yo' chance to be down wit da man
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So busy playa hatin', perpetuating, articulating
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Balla's down four, you can't take me
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[Teddy]
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What the deal ma
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Funkey Mama plays the track so you could feel, huh?
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I'll make a D, I'm all about the dolla' bills y'all
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Rock the diamond Lex while I sit behind my desk
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And sign the checks
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If you like hits baby
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Got 'em going crazy on Blackstreet
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You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet
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Save all yo whack beats, QP and TR so precise with mics
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We should be surgeons in E.R.
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The block knows
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Baby girl be my diamond cuz she rocks shows
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See my one's ain't no way that you can stop those
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Little man got your breath together
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With Queen Pen, now it's hot to death
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So take a look back
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What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this
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It's kinda simple cuz it's nothing just to make hits
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Peep the facts, keep 'em stacked
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When the streets are Black
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Ladies scream he's the Mack
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Cuz I kick (what)
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Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick
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And plush funds just ridiculous
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Cuz I'm rich
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We are TR, you see, QP, that's we, Blackstreet, gone
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[Queen Pen]
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You can't take it
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(And now, here's the magnificient Funkey Mama)
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Now Teddy jam for me one time
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Enforce that then I'd make my hips bump and grind
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We'll just happen
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All this shit in this cuz of platinum hits
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Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent
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It ain't never been no different
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And we got witnesses
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You account for all of this shit
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Just we, and get your block knocked off
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You can keep your I-pinion till you get there
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'Cause it don't matter
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We don't follow chit chatter
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We make hits
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And calls, my situations get thick
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Ask St. Nick, about the repertiore
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For those in the past, they know who they are
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If the shoe fits, trust
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We gon' wear it
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Can we be's the baddest clique up on this planet
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We paid the cost to be boss guys
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Cuz scare money don't win money, now drop it
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[Teddy]
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This is how it should be done
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Cuz this style
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Is identicle to none
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How can I make you dance some more
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(Little man)
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That's what I came here for
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Repeat 1 6X
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Man Behind the Music
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Queen Pen |