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*girl

WRONG, SWEETHEART?
DON'T YOU ME?
YOU FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.
*rhythmic
ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ...
HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M NEW GOD.

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she lost
Bought crack the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect individual for me to out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the shoulda known, you can't trust me
only 98 pounds and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma know you're a junkie
Just put me in pipe, light and SUCK
*deep Cluck cluck cluck!
And while you're high, grab a 12
Jump back on the streets, in a crack
The only way out is the route
Put the gauge at your and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 o'clock
All my movies get the rave
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called Crack is killin your
is where I get picked
I can kill with a 90-10
I through the week, my pleasure is pain
And I'm new God
You can call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go n' smoke me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
Brothers throwin up a set to me
I'm worth a lot so money so me
Doin on the boulevard, just like that
*gunfire* 'em over crack
Dope dealers kill for me
Cause if ya sell me, I help ya lovely
You want a Move a few ki's
Just remember that God is me
The task force bum one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see dopeman sink
And one young cop on the
The cop's thinkin bout
And alimony checks to his for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he to make his bankroll grow
23 ki's just sittin in the seat
I can make the best man
So the cop hits the to sell a little pain
Now the cop has a God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Smoke
it
it

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
The only way I can be stopped is with
And you don't get it, so irrelevant
So you die, or else go to
And I'm as hell
I tried to get a young kid but he just no
Because of some hero
So I entered the hero's in the form of a line
And let him one time
Now he'd dead, my dose was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the headlines read, "Dope Made Hit"
*sniff* on the first sniff
Now the kid is lookin for hero
I let him know the other fool was a
He hits the streets, lookin for a
introduce him to me
I don't another junky, just a flunky
Besides, the punk was spunky
So I put him in a pair o' Dickies
Give him a beeper, and let him terrorize the
Put him in a gang, teach him to
Another young punk deep in the
He'll be if he lives til' 18
And I'm his new God
You can call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Go n' use me
me
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