Sir Mix-A-Lot - I'm Your New God lyrics correction

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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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