Pussy Galore

Dancin on the dance floor

Girl it's you that I adore

Step on stage and scream for more

All I see Pussy Galore

Snap my fingers make you mine

If not I'll snap a 2nd time.

After that I guarantee you will be standing next to me

An old head once said, "that's more power for the cocaine. Freaks dancing on

line like Soul Train"

To give your product that extra push

Niggas lookin for the time of their life, coppin a rush

Yo I know sis, Dog, her name Lorraine

She that thick brick house with the chocolate frame

I went to school with her, 12th grade I used to fool with her

She put me on with her squad, I got cool with her

She useta say she wanna be a doctor and couldn't nothing stop her From giving

up that cash for tuition even if

She had to "shake that ass"

Fucked up her money ain't accumulate that fast

Lorraine know it's real, and sex control America

Turn the T.V. it's in the open on the regular, yo

What the freaks in the video for?

Fuck a song, give me a thong and Pussy Galore

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You see, life's about marketing and Pussy Galore

Every time I turn around it's more Pussy Galore

Nations goin to war for the Pussy Galore

Either the cash, the raw or the Pussy Galore

Yo, gang wars more Pussy galore

From the streets to the record store

Every time I turn around it's more Pussy Galore

Either the cash, the raw or the Pussy Galore

Yo desire and lust can make a man kill

Or jump off a bridge cuffed to a muthafuckin anvil

So it's promoted like that's all yawl know

Keep a nigga under the spell you under control

But Yo I seem to make people slit they wrists

Weakness, pussy make a spots they secrets

But what for, cause sex is the law, law

And done been many an empire rise and fall

From the Squares to the Players to the Pimps and Whores

To big checks that never would have been endorsed

You know, I just sit back and just peep things

9 out of 10 it's the same song, only the beat changed

So don't be looking at Tariq strange

When I conduct a little litmus test up in your heat range

That's when you see me on stage with 6

Wicked ass chicks

Finna get crunk with this

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Fresh cut, with the thick black velour

With the black Louis sneaks

Headin out for tour

Looking out the limo window up at the billboards

For 200 miles, She was the only thing I saw

Promoting everything from the liquor, to the nicotine,

cell phones, antihistamine, chicken wings.

You gotta show a little skin to get them listening, for real

Yawl know the world is a sex machine

Full of, pretty freaks in designer jeans

Who go to extremes to conjure all kinds of schemes

Half the time it ain't even responsibly

Trying to take me somewhere I ain't tryna be

GHETTO sin city where the P is free

You catch a bid far worser than a 1 to 3

All up in the after hours on the 2nd floor

For that good thang that keep em comin back for more

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Pussy Galore x2