Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word To The Mutha!, artist - Bell Biv DeVoe. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Word To The Mutha! |
| 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 are 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 |
| Wanna be legends, yeah |
| And 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 getting kinda hard on the boulevard |
| Brothers and sisters being slayed and scarred |
| Girlies in the halls, bitin' the walnuts |
| Of the pusherman, for losing the loot |
| (Get to know the Johnson or he will shoot) |
| He pulled the trig' 'cause he figured he could be a bigger nig |
| In the projects, you see |
| So feel the bozack |
| Yo, Rick, come easy |
| We are one, breaking new |
| Oh, Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, and Johnny, too |
| You see, it ain’t nothing but a thing that we’re gonna do |
| Everybody’s always talking 'bout the NE crew |
| Oh, yeah |
| Oh, yeah |
| 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 |
| Living in a half-crazy world |
| That’s the way I’m living, girl |
| Now every little step I take |
| Is another NE heartbreak |
| My, my, my |
| Word |
| (Get back) |
| We’ve got to put this thing together |
| (Get right back) |
| And send our words to the mutha |
| (Get back) |
| Bringing it right back where we started from |
| (Get right back) |
| And send our words 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 |
| Yo, Rizz… |
| It’s bound to go down |
| Lost spirits never found |
| (Trips to the graveyard’s a common thing in Beantown) |
| Smugglers, pimps, pocket-pickers, punks and troublemakers |
| (Pick eject in button pushers and dream shakers) |
| Crackhead’s having babies, future’s hazy |
| I don’t know, shit’s crazy |
| (All I could do is turn the heat up |
| Defeat all odds, get revenge and put the beat up, and eat up) |
| Suckers looking for the kill, first blood’s gotta spill |
| Light 'em up with a Mac-10, and that’s basin' |
| (Check the scene with the green pepper weapon |
| Keep stepping) |
| Like true brothers |
| Word to the mutha! |
| The time will come |
| And we will be as one |
| Wanna be legends, yeah, yeah |
| Nobody knows |
| How we really feel |
| They don’t know the deal |
| Hey, y’all |
| Hey, y’all, hey |
| Word to the mutha |