* parody of LL Cool J's ";I Need Love";



When I come home from work

I'm fiendin' for an eight-ball

I got crack on my mind

I'm hearing cocaine call

Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff

Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I don't use drugs

There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn

I couldn't breathe but I'm still thinking about the next gram

It's Friday night and I'm not trying to leave my crib doped

I'll kill myself while the dealer's eating Japanese food

I ain't got no pride, I'm buying this shit

I'm lying to myself telling the runner I'm trying to quit

It's all make believe, I pretend that I'm ??

When you give me credit, I'm dodging you every chance that I get

Even if its good, I'll sniff it up in a minute

Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it

If you fall for that and bring me a new sack

I'll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crack

Cuz yo I'm ripped, I owe you loot

Plus I annoy you

I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you

I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill

Yo I'll you we're friends and we don't even chill

I need drugs



I need drugs



Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet

I need to find me a crack pipe and I'm complete

I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle

Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle

Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleen

And I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty days clean

I won't die even with tuberculosis

I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage

You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island

Or Rikers Island

My crack pip