Letra de Pussy Galore, The Roots



Bridge 
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

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