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*girl

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

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she lost
crack from the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect individual for me to out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the girl known, you can't trust me
She's 98 pounds and lonely
She to her God for help, and that's me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma won't you're a junkie
Just put me in your pipe, light and
inhale* Cluck 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 at your dome and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my get the rave reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called Crack is killin society
Colombia is I get picked
I can kill with a split
I work the week, my pleasure 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)
Brothers throwin up a set to me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, like that
Shoot 'em over crack
Dope dealers would for me
Cause if ya sell me, I ya live lovely
You want a Move a few ki's
Just remember that God is me
The force bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see dopeman sink
And one cop on the brink
The cop's thinkin pinchin
And alimony checks to his wife for the and
Kids, so the profit is
And he wants to make his grow
23 ki's just in the back seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop hits the 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 with
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 young kid but he just no
of some sports hero
So I entered the house in the form of a line
And let him snort one
Now he'd dead, my dose was pure
Got him too quick for the
So the headlines read, "Dope Another Hit"
Dead on the first sniff
Now the kid is lookin for another
I let him know the other fool was a
He hits the streets, lookin for a
They him to me
I don't need junky, just a flunky
Besides, the punk 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
Another young deep in the game
He'll be lucky if he til' 18
And I'm his new God
You can me Cocaine

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