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      Chorus   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      Chorus      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      Chorus   Bridge x2   Pussy Galore x2