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*girl

WHAT'S WRONG,
DON'T YOU ME?
YOU FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.
*rhythmic
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 for me to bust out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the shoulda known, you can't trust me
She's only 98 and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma won't you're a junkie
put me in your pipe, light and SUCK
*deep inhale* cluck cluck!
And while you're high, a 12 gauge
Jump on the streets, in a crack rage
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the gauge at your dome and IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my get the rave reviews
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 is pain
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)
Brothers throwin up a set to me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
damage on the boulevard, just like that
*gunfire* Shoot 'em over
Dope dealers kill for me
Cause if ya sell me, I help ya live
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 another sink
And one young cop on the
The cop's thinkin pinchin
And checks to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to make his bankroll
23 just 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 is with intelligence
And you get it, so that's irrelevant
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm as hell
I tried to get a young kid but he just no
Because of some sports
So I entered the hero's house in the form of a
And let him snort one
Now he'd dead, cause my dose was
Got him too for the cure
So the headlines read, "Dope Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the first
Now the kid is for another hero
I let him know the other was a zero
He the streets, lookin for a remedy
They him to me
I don't need another junky, a flunky
Besides, the punk was spunky
So I put him in a fresh o' Dickies
him a beeper, and let him terrorize the city
Put him in a gang, him to slang
Another punk deep in the game
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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