Im Your New God Lyrics by Sir Mix-a-lot

Im Your New God Lyrics

    *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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