I Need Drugs Lyrics

I Need Drugs lyrics

* 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 true
                    When you give me credit, I`m dodging you every chance that
I
                    get to
                    Even if its good, I`ll sniff it up in a minute
                    Beep you back and 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 sh*t 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 pipe is my violin
                    I play along to the police siren
                    My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor 
                    picking up breadcrumbs and lint
                    I don`t know who I am, ask me I couldn`t say
                    I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one
day
                    Tried to go to rehab too but couldn`t get admitted
                    And if there`s money missing from your pocketbook you know
                    who did it
                    I need drugs

                    I need drugs

                    As a young teen I started with marijuana
                    Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
                    Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
                    I love to experience a patient`s medication
                    I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
                    All I need is a hit of it and I`ll create a new dance
                    Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
                    My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
                    Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
                    But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
                    Made up my mind, I`m quittin` I`m swearing in tears
                    I`m not gonna get high, I`ll only drink bizz
                    Can`t sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
                    Gotta party to go to and I`m the only one invited
                    I search the whole house for the damn white mouse
                    And when I finally find it, I`ll sniff the whole ounce
                    I need drugs

                    I need drugs

                    Dealer, listen to me
                    When I come home from work
                    Fiendin` for an eight-ball
                    Nose candy on my mind
                    I`ve come to realize, you need me
                    And if you want me to keep coppin`
                    Give me a free piece
                    It`s my birthday
                    Yesterday
                    Anyway
                    I`m gonna go sniff this
                    I`ll beep you in an hour
                    I hate you