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| Queen Pen Miscellaneous Man Behind The Music (feat/Teddy Riley) Step right up, step up, step up, (repeat) [Teddy] 1 - 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, here's the magnificent Funkey Mama) Cuz this style Is identical to none How can I make you dance some more (TR) That's what I came here for [Queen Pen] Feel your blue flows like water The man behind the music will make you jump Ooo 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 comming, 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 [Teddy] 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 [Queen Pen] You can't take it (And now, here's the magnificient 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 repertiore 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 [Teddy] 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 Repeat 1 sallysally@usa.net |
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