Sir Mixalot - I'm Your New God lyrics

What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want me? You paid for me. kneel to me. Smoke me. breathe me. inhale Ha ha ha ha ha ha, I'm your new god. She's only sixteen, 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 ninety eight 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 s** Cluck cluck cluck! And while you're high, grab a twelve gauge Jump back on the streets, in a crack rage The only way out is the suicide route Put the gauge at your dome and take it out Now I'm on the six o'clock news All my movies get the rave reviews 60 Minutes had a special on me The god called crack is k**in' your society Colombia is where I get picked I can k** with a ninety-ten split I work through the week, my pleasure is pain And I'm your new god You can call me c**aine Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Cocaine Heh heh heh Go ahead n' smoke me 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 Shoot 'em over crack Dope dealers would k** 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, twenty three keys 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 Twenty three 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 c**aine Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Cocaine Smoke this Smoke it Smoke it 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" 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' eighteen And I'm his new god You can call me c**aine 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