You're a pretty lady around the world
Got a weird thing to show you,
so tell all the boys and girls
That your brother, your sister
That we're about to go down
and you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air
as they start to look and stare
My, my, come on baby tell
Why the hell they call you?
You gotta get it on the way
Word up, it's the cold wood
No matter where you're sittin'
You know that you're hurt
Now you're sittin' in the trees
There's gotta be a reason
And we know the reason why
Try to put on those jazz and act real cool
that you're actin' like fools
If there's music, we can use it,
you gotta get it on the way
Word up, it's the cold one
No matter where you see it,
you know that you've heard
W -O -R -D, uh, W -O -R -D
Word up, word up, everybody say
well, you got it on the way
Word up, word up, it's a cold world
well, you know you'll be heard
Word up, while you hear that cuss
well, you get it on the whip
well, you know you'll heard
