Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll

I'm just groovin' On a Sunday afternoon, my bitch moody
So I had to bust a move stop by the movies To check out whatever's new, thick snow choosin
She said, I'm Janis, how are you
I said, I'm smooth Skipp I know you heard of me, I'm the man, plus I

Do music And you a whiter shade of pale, don't know
If I should do this She said, I'm rich as fuckin' hell and plus
I'm Jewish I know what they say about blackmail and I
Want you to prove it You want me to prove it like, like you mean

Like you wave some money in front of us and like we just do whatever, nah, I ain't that
Nigga baby, yeah We can go back to the spot though,

She said, your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his

I said, I know baby, but you ain't never met a nigga that look like this
Give you good juke like this, All in your crannies and your nooks like this
Hook like this, All in your pappy and grand-pappy books like
This, Findin' out info for my people to unhook us

With And I ain't gave that hoe a dime, I just
Took that shit, Nigga, you sold out to the system
Nah, I just fucked that bitch
Oh, cause I was about to say, that nigga Umar was about to be on your ass

Nah, you ain't gotta worry about that, so come here, get naked for me
I'm already naked Nah, baby, I need you to remove your childhood
Pain and your confusion I love you
Nah, I need you to love you, that's the only true love that'll ever matter