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*girl

WHAT'S WRONG,
DON'T YOU ME?
YOU PAID FOR ME. TO ME.
*rhythmic
ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ...
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 sniff me, or you can me
But the girl shoulda known, you can't me
She's 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 while you're high, a 12 gauge
Jump back on the streets, in a rage
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the at your dome and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my movies get the rave
60 had a special on me
The god called Crack is killin your
Colombia is where I get
I can kill a 90-10 split
I work through the week, my pleasure is
And I'm new God
You can call me

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 worth a lot so so respect me
Doin on the boulevard, just like that
Shoot 'em over crack
Dope dealers kill for me
Cause if ya me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Move a few ki's
Just remember your God is me
The task bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see another dopeman
And one cop on the brink
The cop's bout pinchin
And alimony checks to his for the rent and
Kids, so the profit is
And he wants to make his grow
23 ki's sittin in the back seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop the streets to sell a little pain
Now the cop has a God
You can call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Smoke
it
it

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
The only way I can be stopped is intelligence
And you don't get it, so that's
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm happy as
I to get a young kid but he just said no
of some sports hero
So I entered the hero's in the form of a line
And let him snort one
Now he'd dead, cause my dose was
Got him too quick for the
So the headlines read, "Dope Made Hit"
*sniff* on the first sniff
Now the kid is lookin for another
I let him know the other was a zero
He hits the streets, lookin for a
They him to me
I don't another junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little 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
young punk deep in the game
He'll be lucky if he lives 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