I'm Your New God Lyrics
| Song | I'm Your New God |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Mack Daddy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| *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 |
| zuo ci : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| 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 mixalot | |
| 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 9010 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 mixalot | |
| 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 mixalot | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| 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 mixalot | |
| 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 9010 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 mixalot | |
| 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 mixalot | |
| 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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