Sex-N-Drugs And Rock-N-Roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

One day my man Jane DJ got me

I got mantronic and mantronic went and got the key

Put the key in the Porsche and turned the ignition

Before you knew it we was playing pole position

Went uptown and found a party that was in first gear

So then we boarded that our destination was here

I picked up the mic since I had nothing to lose

In seven seconds or less I had the party in cruise

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

There I was in the party by myself all alone

The QVC wasn't with me, neither was my microphone

A cloudy room, someone lit up a blunt

Hard rocks were on the wall, propositionin' stunts

Right then I saw a girl that made me jump out my seat

So I got ready as a machete, steady as a heartbeat

Walkin' and talkin', tryin' to think of a scheme

I couldn't rap that old crap to the girl of my dreams

I said, "Hello, how do you do? My name is Bryce Lover

I'm a poet that poses for GQ magazine covers"

She wasn't alone, she had a friend named Grace

With a million-dollar body but a food stamp face

She had a little eenie-meenie yellow polka dot bikini

I said, "Baby, make a wish and Bryce Lover be your genie"

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll

Went in my pocket, found a dollar

Went in my sock for a hundred more, yeah

I brought so much money 'cause the posse's here

And I always buy the beer

Something's wrong, something's frontin'

It must be my stomach 'cause I ain't eat nothin'

So I put my hood on my head like a prophet

Swiped the pretzels, stuffed 'em in my pocket

Girls are clockin' just for one thing