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*girl

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

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's 16, she looks lost
Bought from the dopeman, and got tossed
on the streets, smoked out
Perfect individual for me to out
You can me, or you can puff me
But the girl 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 won't know you're a
Just put me in your pipe, and SUCK
inhale* Cluck cluck cluck!
And you're high, grab a 12 gauge
back on the streets, in a crack rage
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the gauge at dome 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
Colombia is I get picked
I can with a 90-10 split
I work through the week, my is pain
And I'm new God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go ahead n' me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
throwin up a set to protect me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin on the boulevard, just like that
*gunfire* 'em over crack
Dope dealers would for me
Cause if ya sell me, I ya live lovely
You a Porsche? Move a few ki's
Just that your God is me
The force bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see another sink
And one young cop on the
The cop's thinkin bout
And alimony checks to his wife for the and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to his bankroll grow
23 ki's just sittin in the seat
I can the best man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a 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 is with intelligence
And you don't get it, so that's
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm happy as
I tried to get a kid but he just said no
Because of some hero
So I entered the hero's house in the of a line
And let him one time
Now dead, cause my dose was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the headlines read, "Dope Another Hit"
Dead on the first sniff
Now the kid is lookin for hero
I let him know the fool was a zero
He hits the streets, for a remedy
introduce him to me
I don't need junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little punk was
So I put him in a pair o' Dickies
Give him a beeper, and let him the city
Put him in a gang, teach him to
Another young punk deep in the
be lucky 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
Hm hm hm hm hm hm