Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph And Johnny (word To The Mutha)! Lyrics - Poison - Bell Biv Devoe

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 bitch never found 

Crazed in the graveyard's a common thing in B town 

Smugglers, pimps, pocket pickers, punks and trouble makers 

Biggie checker, button 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 kill, 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