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*girl

WRONG, SWEETHEART?
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)
only 16, she looks lost
Bought from the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
individual for me to bust out
You can me, or you can puff me
But the girl shoulda known, you trust me
only 98 pounds 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, light and
*deep inhale* cluck cluck!
And while you're high, grab a 12
Jump back on the streets, in a crack
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the gauge at 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 society
is where I get picked
I can with a 90-10 split
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)
throwin up a set to protect me
I'm worth a lot so so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, just like
*gunfire* 'em over crack
Dope dealers would for me
if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Porsche? Move a few
Just remember your God is me
The task 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 pinchin
And alimony checks to his for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to make his grow
23 ki's sittin in the back 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 call me

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 that's
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm as hell
I to get a young kid but he just said no
Because of some sports
So I entered the hero's house in the of a line
And let him one time
Now he'd dead, cause my was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the read, "Dope Made Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the sniff
Now the kid is for another hero
I let him know the other fool was a
He hits the streets, for a remedy
They him to me
I need another junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little was spunky
So I put him in a fresh o' Dickies
Give him a beeper, and let him the city
Put him in a gang, him to slang
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