Letra Pussy Galore de Roots original
Black Thought & Tracey Moore> Dancing 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 snap a second time After that I guarantee You will be standing next to me Black Thought> Yo, my old head once said, it's more powerful than cocaine Freaks dancin' in a line like Soul Train To give your product that extra push Niggas lookin' for the time of they life, coppin a rush Yo I know sis, dog, her name Lorraine See that thick brickhouse with the chocolate frame I went to school wit' her Twelfth grade I used to fool wit' her She put me on wit' her squad, I got cool wit' her She used to say she want to be a doctor And couldn't nuttin' stop her, from gettin' 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 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 Black Thought & Tracey Moore> See in life it's bout marketing, 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 screen to the record store, pussy galore Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore Black Thought> Yo, desire and lust can make a man kill Or jump off the bridge cuffed to a muh'fuckin' anvil So it's promoted like it's all y'all know Keep a nigga under the spell, you under control but yo I seen it make people slit they wrist Weakness, pussy make a spy sing secrets But what for? 'cause sex is a law (law, law) And there been many a empire rise and fall From the squares to the players to the pimps and whores To big checks that never woulda been endorsed, ya know I sit back and just peep things Nine out of ten it's the same songs, only the beat change So don't be lookin' at Tariq strange When I conduct a lil' litmus test up in your heat range That's when you see me on stage with six Wicked-ass chicks finna get crunk with this Black Thought & Tracey Moore> Yo in life it's bout marketing, pussy galore Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore Corporations go to war for the pussy galore Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore Yo, gang wars more pussy galore From the screen to the record stores, pussy galore Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore Every time I turn around it's more pussy galore Black Thought> Yo, fresh cut with the thick black velour With the black Louis sneaks headed out for tour Lookin' out the limo window up at the billboards Two hundred miles, she was the only thing I saw Promotin' everything from the liquor to the nicotine Cell phones, antihistamine, chicken wing You gotta show a little skin to get 'em 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 Try to take me some place I'm not tryna be Ghetto, sin city where the P is free You catch a bid far worser than the one to three All up in the after hours on the second floor For that good thing that keep 'em comin' back for more, ya heard me? Black Thought & Tracey Moore> It's bout marketing, the 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 Dig it, gang wars more pussy galore From the screen to the record store, pussy galore Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore More pussy galore, more pussy galore, yo Black Thought & Tracey Moore> Dancing 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 snap a second time After that I guarantee You will be standing next to me (repeat)