Lirik Lagu I'm Your New God - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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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 lostBought crack from the dopeman, and got tossedLivin on the streets, smoked outPerfect individual for me to bust outYou can sniff me, or you can puff meBut the girl shoulda known, you can't trust meShe's only 98 pounds and lonelyShe calls to her God for help, and that's meCOCAINE, go ahead n' use me, heh hehMomma won't know you're a junkieJust put me in your pipe, light and SUCK*deep inhale* Cluck cluck cluck!And while you're high, grab a 12 gaugeJump back on the streets, in a crack rageThe only way out is the sucicide routePut the gauge at your dome and TAKE IT OUTNow I'm on the 6 o'clock newsAll my movies get the rave reviews60 Minutes had a special on meThe god called Crack is killin your societyColombia is where I get pickedI can kill with a 90-10 splitI work through the week, my pleasure is painAnd I'm your new GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineHeh heh hehGo ahead n' smoke me
(Sir Mix-a-Lot)Brothers throwin up a set to protect meI'm worth a lot so money so respect meDoin damage on the boulevard, just like that*gunfire* Shoot 'em over crackDope dealers would kill for meCause if ya sell me, I help ya live lovelyYou want a Porsche?Move a few ki'sJust remember that your God is meThe task force bum rushed one of my employeesA big score, 23 ki'sNow ya see another dopeman sinkAnd one young cop on the brinkThe cop's thinkin bout pinchinAnd alimony checks to his wife for the rent andKids, so the profit is slowAnd he wants to make his bankroll grow23 ki's just sittin in the back seatI can make the best man weakSo the cop hits the streets to sell a little painNow the cop has a GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineSmoke thisSmoke itSmoke it
(Sir Mix-a-Lot)The only way I can be stopped is with intelligenceAnd you don't get it, so that's irrelevantSo you die, or else go to jailAnd I'm happy as hellI tried to get a young kid but he just said noBecause of some sports heroSo I entered the hero's house in the form of a lineAnd let him snort one timeNow he'd dead, cause my dose was pureGot him too quick for the cureSo the headlines read, "Dope Made Another Hit"*sniff* Dead on the first sniffNow the kid is lookin for another heroI let him know the other fool was a zeroHe hits the streets, lookin for a remedyThey introduce him to meI don't need another junky, just a flunkyBesides, the little punk was spunkySo I put him in a fresh pair o' DickiesGive him a beeper, and let him terrorize the cityPut him in a gang, teach him to slangAnother young punk deep in the gameHe'll be lucky if he lives til' 18And I'm his new GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineGo ahead n' use meSmoke meHm hm hm hm hm hm
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 lostBought crack from the dopeman, and got tossedLivin on the streets, smoked outPerfect individual for me to bust outYou can sniff me, or you can puff meBut the girl shoulda known, you can't trust meShe's only 98 pounds and lonelyShe calls to her God for help, and that's meCOCAINE, go ahead n' use me, heh hehMomma won't know you're a junkieJust put me in your pipe, light and SUCK*deep inhale* Cluck cluck cluck!And while you're high, grab a 12 gaugeJump back on the streets, in a crack rageThe only way out is the sucicide routePut the gauge at your dome and TAKE IT OUTNow I'm on the 6 o'clock newsAll my movies get the rave reviews60 Minutes had a special on meThe god called Crack is killin your societyColombia is where I get pickedI can kill with a 90-10 splitI work through the week, my pleasure is painAnd I'm your new GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineHeh heh hehGo ahead n' smoke me
(Sir Mix-a-Lot)Brothers throwin up a set to protect meI'm worth a lot so money so respect meDoin damage on the boulevard, just like that*gunfire* Shoot 'em over crackDope dealers would kill for meCause if ya sell me, I help ya live lovelyYou want a Porsche?Move a few ki'sJust remember that your God is meThe task force bum rushed one of my employeesA big score, 23 ki'sNow ya see another dopeman sinkAnd one young cop on the brinkThe cop's thinkin bout pinchinAnd alimony checks to his wife for the rent andKids, so the profit is slowAnd he wants to make his bankroll grow23 ki's just sittin in the back seatI can make the best man weakSo the cop hits the streets to sell a little painNow the cop has a GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineSmoke thisSmoke itSmoke it
(Sir Mix-a-Lot)The only way I can be stopped is with intelligenceAnd you don't get it, so that's irrelevantSo you die, or else go to jailAnd I'm happy as hellI tried to get a young kid but he just said noBecause of some sports heroSo I entered the hero's house in the form of a lineAnd let him snort one timeNow he'd dead, cause my dose was pureGot him too quick for the cureSo the headlines read, "Dope Made Another Hit"*sniff* Dead on the first sniffNow the kid is lookin for another heroI let him know the other fool was a zeroHe hits the streets, lookin for a remedyThey introduce him to meI don't need another junky, just a flunkyBesides, the little punk was spunkySo I put him in a fresh pair o' DickiesGive him a beeper, and let him terrorize the cityPut him in a gang, teach him to slangAnother young punk deep in the gameHe'll be lucky if he lives til' 18And I'm his new GodYou can call me Cocaine
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haCocaineGo ahead n' use meSmoke meHm hm hm hm hm hm
