| Hoo, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh
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| Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, Bobby, too
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| Yeah
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| Word
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| Word
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| Word
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| Whoa, word
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| Word to the mutha
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| Hoo
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| Hoo
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| Ooh
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| Yeah
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| People come
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| People go
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| In this business
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| You’ll never, never know
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| Some are good
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| Some are bad
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| You know we got what no one’s ever had, oh
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| And the time will come
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| When we will be as one
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| Wanna be legends, yeah
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| And nobody knows
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| How we really feel
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| They don’t know the deal
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| (Get back)
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| We’ve got to put this back together
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| (Get right back)
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| And send our word to the mutha
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| (Get back)
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| Right back where we started from
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| (Get right back)
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| And send our word to the mutha
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| Times are getting kinda hard on the boulevard
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| Brothers and sisters being slayed and scarred
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| Girlies in the halls, bitin' the walnuts
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| Of the pusherman, for losing the loot
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| (Get to know the Johnson or he will shoot)
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| He pulled the trig' 'cause he figured he could be a bigger nig
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| In the projects, you see
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| So feel the bozack
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| Yo, Rick, come easy
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| We are one, breaking new
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| Oh, Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, and Johnny, too
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| You see, it ain’t nothing but a thing that we’re gonna do
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| Everybody’s always talking 'bout the NE crew
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| Oh, yeah
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| Oh, yeah
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| It’s poison
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| Don’t be cruel
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| It’s my prerogative
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| To do what I gotta do
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| Have a little sensitivity
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| Do me, baby
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| I wanna get rubbed the right way
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| So what you gotta say
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| Oh, no, she’s a candy girl
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| Living in a half-crazy world
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| That’s the way I’m living, girl
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| Now every little step I take
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| Is another NE heartbreak
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| My, my, my
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| Word
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| (Get back)
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| We’ve got to put this thing together
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| (Get right back)
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| And send our words to the mutha
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| (Get back)
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| Bringing it right back where we started from
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| (Get right back)
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| And send our words to the mutha
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| (Get back)
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| We got to bring it back
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| We got to bring it back to the mutha
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| (Get right back)
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Yo, Rizz…
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| It’s bound to go down
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| Lost spirits never found
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| (Trips to the graveyard’s a common thing in Beantown)
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| Smugglers, pimps, pocket-pickers, punks and troublemakers
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| (Pick eject in button pushers and dream shakers)
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| Crackhead’s having babies, future’s hazy
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| I don’t know, shit’s crazy
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| (All I could do is turn the heat up
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| Defeat all odds, get revenge and put the beat up, and eat up)
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| Suckers looking for the kill, first blood’s gotta spill
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| Light 'em up with a Mac-10, and that’s basin'
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| (Check the scene with the green pepper weapon
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| Keep stepping)
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| Like true brothers
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| Word to the mutha!
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| The time will come
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| And we will be as one
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| Wanna be legends, yeah, yeah
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| Nobody knows
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| How we really feel
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| They don’t know the deal
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| Hey, y’all
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| Hey, y’all, hey
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| Word to the mutha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, MIke, Ralph And Johnny (Word To The Mutha)! , by - Bell Biv DeVoe. Song from the album Poison, in the genre R&B