Yo, pretty ladies around the world Gotta a weird thing to show you So tell all the boys and girls Tell your brother, your sister and your momma too We 're about to go down And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don't care Glide by the people as they start to look and stare Do your dance, Do your dance Do your dance quick, mom
[Refrão:] C'mon baby tell me what's the word Now, word up (up! up!) Everybody say When you hear the call you got to get it under way Word up (up! up!) It's the call, word No matter where you say it You know that you'll be heard
Now all you sucker Djs Who think you're fly There's got to be a reason And we know the reason why You try to put on those airs And act real cool But you got to realize That you're acting like fools If there's music, we can use it Be free to dance We don't have the time for psychological romance No romance, no romance No romance for me, mom
[Refrão:] C'mon baby tell me what's the word Now, word up (up! up!) Everybody say When you hear the call you got to get it under way Word up (up! up!) It's the call, word No matter where you say it You know that you'll be heard (woo!)
Word up (up! up!) Everybody say When you hear the call you got to get it under way Word up (up! up!) It's the call, word No matter where you say it You know that you'll be heard
Word up (up! up!) Everybody say When you hear the call you got to get it under way Word up (up! up!) It's the call, word No matter where you say it You know that you'll be heard
Compositores: Lawrence Ernest Black (Black Larry) (ASCAP), Thomas Michael Jenkins (Jenkins Tomi) (BMI)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Int. B.v.Publicado em 2004 e lançado em 2004 (08/Out)ECAD verificado obra #14537548 e fonograma #895974 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM