paroles de chanson P*ssy Galore - Black Thought feat. J. Period

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

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

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

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

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

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?
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

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

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