Hangin' with my main man Vincent, Drivin' my 1974 Chevy Nova, Recitin' the scripture
You, baby. You've been running through my fantasies all night. Showing up unexpectedly in my dreams like a smooth talking, high-class harlot. I ain't talkin' about those stanky, jamenko walkers on Gary and Mission neither, I mean you got some creamy buttermilk drinkin' thighs and worth a whole lot more than the $5 dollar special. C'mon, let's meet. I'll pick you up in the Nova, we'll get some Kahuna burgers, I'll give you one of my foot massages.
The Del-Fonics, Lionel Ritchie, any smooth groove that I make sweet love to my lady by.
You know what my favorite movie is, bee-yatch!
The Bible
That Sam Jackson is one dynamite fellow!