The Roots - p**y Galore lyrics

Dancin on the dance floor Girl it's you that I adore Step on stage and scream for more All I see p**y 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 c**aine. Freaks dancing on line like Soul Train" To give your product that extra push n***as 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 a**" f**ed up her money ain't accumulate that fast Lorraine know it's real, and s** control America Turn the T.V. it's in the open on the regular, yo What the freaks in the video for? f** a song, give me a thong and p**y Galore Chorus You see, life's about marketing and p**y Galore Every time I turn around it's more p**y Galore Nations goin to war for the p**y Galore Either the cash, the raw or the p**y Galore Yo, gang wars more p**y galore From the streets to the record store Every time I turn around it's more p**y Galore Either the cash, the raw or the p**y Galore Yo desire and lust can make a man k** Or jump off a bridge cuffed to a muthaf**in anvil So it's promoted like that's all yawl know Keep a n***a under the spell you under control But Yo I seem to make people slit they wrists Weakness, p**y make a spots they secrets But what for, cause s** is the law, law And done been many an empire rise and fall From the Squares to the Players to the Pimps and who*es 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 a** 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 s** 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 p**y Galore x2