The Roots

The Roots - Pussy Galore lyrics

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Dancin' on the dance floor

Girl, it's you that I adore

Step off stage and scream for more

All I see, pussy galore

Snap my fingers, make you mine

If not, I'll snap a second time

After that, I guarantee

You will be standing next to me



[Verse 1]

Yo, my own head once said, it's more powerful than cocaine

Freaks dancin' in a line like Soul Train

To get your pride up, that extra push

Niggaz lookin' for the time of their life, coppin' a rush

Yo I know sis', dawg, her name Lorraine

She's a thick brick house with a chocolate frame

I went to school with her

Twelfth grade, I used to fool with her

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

She used to say she wanted to be a doctor

And couldn't nothin' stop her

From gettin' up that cash

For tuition, even if she had to shake that ass

Fucked up, her money ain't accumulatin' that fast

Lorraine know it's real, 'cause sex controls America

Turn the TV on, it's in the open on the regular, yo

What the freaks in the video for?

Fuck a song, gimme a thong, and pussy galore



You see, life is about marketing pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore

Nations going to war for the pussy galore

Even the cash could afford all the pussy galore

Yo, gang wars, more pussy galore

From the screen to the record store, pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore

Even the cash could afford all the pussy galore



[Verse 2]

Yo, desire and lust can make a man kill

Or jump off the bridge, cuffed to a motherfuckin' anvil

So it's promoted like it is so all y'all know

Keep a nigga under the spell, you under control

But yo, I seen it make people slit they wrists

Weakness, pussy make a spy say secrets

But what for? Cause sex is the law

???, many an empire rise and fall

From the squares to the players

From the pimps to the whores

To big checks that never would have been endorsed

Ya know, I sit back and just peep thangs

9 outta 10, it's the same songs, only the beat changed

So don't be lookin' at your peeps strange

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

That's when you see me up on stage with six

Wicked ass chicks fittin to get crunk with this



Life is about marketing pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore

Corporations going to war over the pussy galore

Even the cash could afford all the pussy galore

Yo, gang wars, more pussy galore

From the screen to the record stores, pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore



[Verse 3]

Yo, fresh cut, with the thick black velour

With the black ??? sneaks, headed out for tour

Lookin' out the limo window up at the billboards

200 miles, she was the only thing I saw

Promotin' everything, from the liquor to the nicotine

Cell phones, anti-histamines, chicken wings

You gotta show a little skin to get them listening

For real yo, the world is a sex machine

Full of pretty freaks in designer jeans

That go to extremes to conjure all kinds of schemes

Half the time, it ain't even responsibly

Tryin' to take me some place I'm not tryin to 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 second floor

For that good thing, that keep 'em comin' back for more, ya heard me



It's about marketing the pussy galore

Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore

Nations going to war for the pussy galore

Even the cash could afford all the pussy galore

Dig it, gang wars, more pussy galore

From the screen to the record store, pussy galore

Even the cash could afford all the pussy galore

More pussy galore, more pussy galore



Yo, dancin' on the dance floor

Girl, it's you that I adore

Step off stage and scream for more

All I see, pussy galore

Snap my fingers, make you mine

If not, I'll snap a second time

After that, I guarantee

You will be standing next to me



Dancin' on the dance floor

Girl, it's you that I adore

Step off stage and scream for more

All I see, pussy galore

Snap my fingers, make you mine

If not, I'll snap a second time

After that, I guarantee

You will be standing next to me
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