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*girl

WHAT'S WRONG,
DON'T YOU ME?
YOU PAID FOR ME. TO ME.
*rhythmic
SMOKE ME. ME. INHALE ...
HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M NEW GOD.

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she looks
crack from the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect for me to bust out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the girl shoulda known, you trust me
She's only 98 and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
won't know you're a junkie
Just put me in your pipe, and SUCK
*deep inhale* cluck cluck!
And while you're high, grab a 12
Jump on the streets, in a crack rage
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the at your dome and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 o'clock
All my get the rave reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called is killin your society
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 call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go n' smoke me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
Brothers up a set to protect me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, just like
Shoot 'em over crack
Dope dealers kill for me
Cause if ya me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Porsche? 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 young cop on the
The cop's bout pinchin
And alimony to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to make his bankroll
23 ki's just sittin in the seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a little
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 intelligence
And you get it, so that's irrelevant
So you die, or else go to
And I'm as hell
I tried to get a kid but he just said no
Because of some sports
So I entered the hero's house in the form of a
And let him snort one
Now dead, cause my dose was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the read, "Dope Made Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the sniff
Now the kid is lookin for another
I let him know the other was a zero
He the streets, lookin for a remedy
They him to me
I don't need 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 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