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(
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(
Queen
Pen)---
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 BLAC
Kstreet 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 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 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(
Queen
Pen)---
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 Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus
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