The Game ft. Cyssero AKA RockStar Help 'Em Out [Chorus] (The Game) Kanyeezy help em out please Just bleezy help em out please M-Eazy help em out please
번역: 게임. 포르 Cyssero 아카 Rockstar '을 그들을 도와.
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but your man's on his papers Spendin' them, stackin' them, feelin' them Wrappin' em, lightin' em, never passin' em I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help
'mon, work it out, girl I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (La, la, la) C'mon, work it out, girl I wanna see you work it out, girl Now hold up,
' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out
you got player) Oh (ah, uh) Oh (ah, uh huh) Hey yo Loon Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think
im so confident damn right im so sure a hood nigga straight turned in an entrepreneur (im killin these niggas) the game is in trouble, but help is on
New cat with a old school feel Only new artist with a old school deal Tied the game by Steve Lobell So we always win, don't receive no help New girls
'll get you there) You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out Hung out with celebrities from every drug house So when you remember me say that I was strung out
me I got homies I love that I lost in the game In my mind they sayin ?make em remember your name? If they love you its cool, give em a reason to hate
' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me My throwback game
dont wish no death on homie just want him to hear me out think about the past and all the many things we talked about think about all the people influenced by what comes out
im headed to the airport i got a performance im hot and your not,but shawty your warmin so watch out for these haters,aint not money in warin make em
the glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words
don't care, call me jake sully Pay me or pay for me I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me Momma pray for me Goons spray for me I have em bring
I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on they asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the
