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Mc Hammer( M.C. Hammer )
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Help Lord (Won't You Come)
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come?
I can't call it but I know I got started 'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken hearted I can take tears and tears for years But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right here
So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no dally I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all good A young preacher if you could A young hustler from the hood
Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no more Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's goin' to war My mind is playin' tricks and my dad is too High street bank boys, it's on, fools
Gonna make my moves and my moves I make You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you break I don't hesitate that you can't see me It's gonna take the Lord to save you from me
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come?
I flipped the stress off, good, I let it rip Bank boys in the fat money grip, yeah Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we creep Half the town is down and you can't see me, really dough
What's next? A young fool on a flex Tryin' to get a name, some props or rep I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all good Lights out, now his crib is wood
Broke for the dough but now I can't see Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?' I hit the flo' but my heart didn't stop And now I see a vision of my son wit no pop
My mama's on her knees Lord, Lord no please And I feel cold and my health is cheatin' It's gettin' dark but yet and still
I'm half dead, half life, what's real? I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to choke Off my own blood and not that indo smoke No joke, straight up, on a serious tip
I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my will To live, low, stuck at the bottom From winter to spring to summer to autumn
Help Lord, the homies in the hood The squares, the G's, it's all good Help Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung And we stuck right here until you come
And bless the children of the ghetto life No love, no hope, no hope, no life Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord You hear me callin' Lord?
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? ...
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