Bell Biv DeVoe - Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph And Johnny (Word To The Mutha)! lyrics

Hoo...ooh... Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, Bobby too, yeah Word, word, word Whoa, word, word to the mutha, hoo... Hoo...ooh... Yeah People come, people go In this business you'll never, never know Some re good, some are bad You know we got what no one's ever had, oh And the time will come When we will be as one when the feelin' comes Nobody knows How we really feel, they don't know the deal {Get back} We've got to put this back together {Get right back} And send our word to the mutha {Get back} Right back where we started from {Get right back} And send our word to the mutha Times are gettin' kinda hard on the boulevard Brothers and sisters bein' slaved and scarred Girlies in the hall bitin' the walls up A butcher man for losin' the loot Get to know the John, son, now he will shoot He poured a drink 'cause he figured he could be a bigger n** In the projects you'll sell So feel the bozack, yo' Rick, come easy We are one breakin' new Oh, Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, Ralph and Johnny too It ain't nothin' but a thing that we're gonna do Everybody's always talkin' 'bout the NE crew, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Hey...hey...hey...hey...hey...hey... Come on...come on...come on...come on... Say what...say what...say what... It's poison Don't be cruel, it's my prerogative To do what I gotta do, have a little sensitivity Do me, baby, I wanna get rubbed the right way So what you gotta say Oh, no, she's a candy girl livin' in a half-crazy world That's the way I'm livin', girl Now every little step I take is another NE heartbreak My, my, my {Get back} We've got to put this back together {Get right back} And send our word to the mutha {Get back} Bringin' it right back where we started from {Get right back} And send our word to the mutha {Get back} We got to bring it back, we got to bring it back to the mutha {Get right back} Hey...hey...hey.. It's bound to go down, lost b**** never found Crazed in the graveyard's a common thing in B town Smugglers, pimps, pocket pickers, punks and trouble makers Biggie checker, bu*ton pushers and beef shakers Crackhead's havin' babies, future's hazy I don't know, s***'s crazy All I could do is turn the heat up To feed I'll ague, revenge and put the meat up and up Shockers lookin' for a k**, first blood's gotta spill Light 'em up with a mack 10, and that's facin' Check the scene with the green, pepper weapon, keep steppin' Like two brothers, word to the mutha The time will come When we will be as one when the feelin' comes Nobody knows How we really feel, they don't know the deal Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey Word to the mutha