I’m vanilla, baby
(I don’t like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down)
I’ll choke you, but I ain’t no killer, baby
She twenty-eight, tellin’ me I’m still a baby
(But you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby)
I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby
(Whip your lovin’ on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don’t like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down
But you can whip your lovin’ on me, baby
That’s right, that’s right
Whip your lovin’ on me, baby