Man Behind The Music Lyrics - Singles - Queen Pen

Step right up, step up, step up 

Step right up, step up, step up 

This is how it should be done 

'Cuz 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) 

'Cuz this style is identical to none 

(Here's the magnificent Funkey Mama) 

How can I make you dance some more 

(TR) 

That's what I came here for 

Feel your blue flows like water 

The man behind the music will make you jump 

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 

'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz it's nothing just to make hits 

Peep the facts, keep 'em stacked 

When the streets are black, ladies scream he's the Mack 

'Cuz I kick 

(What) 

Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick 

And plush funds just ridiculous 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 

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

This is how it should be done 

'Cuz this style is identicle to none 

How can I make you dance some more 

(Little man) 

That's what I came here for 

This is how it should be done 

'Cuz this style is identicle 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 

'Cuz this style is identicle 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 

'Cuz this style is identicle 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 

'Cuz this style is identicle to none 

How can I make you dance some more 

(TR) 

That's what I came here for