Artist: Sir Mix-A-Lot Lyrics
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*girl weeping* WHAT'S WRONG, SWEETHEART? DON'T YOU WANT ME? YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME. *rhythmic sniffing* SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ... HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M YOUR NEW GOD. (Sir Mix-a-Lot) She's only 16, she looks lost Bought crack from the dopeman, and got tossed Livin on the streets, smoked out Perfect individual for me to bust out You can sniff me, or you can puff me But the girl shoulda known, you can't trust me She's only 98 pounds and lonely She calls to her God for help, and that's me COCAINE, go ahead n' use me, heh heh Momma won't know you're a junkie Just put me in your pipe, light and SUCK *deep inhale* Cluck cluck cluck! And while you're high, grab a 12 gauge Jump back on the streets, in a crack rage The only way out is the sucicide route Put the gauge at your dome and TAKE IT OUT Now I'm on the 6 o'clock news All my movies get the rave reviews 60 Minutes had a special on me The god called Crack is killin your society Colombia is where I get picked I can kill with a 90-10 split I work through the week, my pleasure is pain And I'm your new God You can call me Cocaine Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Cocaine Heh heh heh Go ahead n' smoke me (Sir Mix-a-Lot) Brothers throwin up a set to protect me I'm worth a lot so money so respect me Doin damage on the boulevard, just like that *gunfire* Shoot 'em over crack Dope dealers would kill for me Cause if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely You want a Porsche? Move a few ki's Just remember that your God is me The task force bum rushed one of my employees A big score, 23 ki's Now ya see another dopeman sink And one young cop on the brink The cop's thinkin bout pinchin And alimony checks to his wife for the rent and Kids, so the profit is slow And he wants to make his bankroll grow 23 ki's just sittin in the back seat I can make the best man weak So the cop hits the streets to sell a little pain Now the cop has a God You can call me Cocaine Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Cocaine Smoke this Smoke it Smoke it (Sir Mix-a-Lot) The only way I can be stopped is with intelligence And you don't get it, so that's irrelevant So you die, or else go to jail And I'm happy as hell I tried to get a young kid but he just said no Because of some sports hero So I entered the hero's house in the form of a line And let him snort one time Now he'd dead, cause my dose was pure Got him too quick for the cure So the headlines read, "Dope Made Another Hit" *sniff* Dead on the first sniff Now the kid is lookin for another hero I let him know the other fool was a zero He hits the streets, lookin for a remedy They introduce him to me I don't need another junky, just a flunky Besides, the little punk was spunky So I put him in a fresh pair o' Dickies Give him a beeper, and let him terrorize the city Put him in a gang, teach him to slang Another young punk deep in the game He'll be lucky if he lives til' 18 And I'm his new God You can call me Cocaine Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Cocaine Go ahead n' use me Smoke me Hm hm hm hm hm hm
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