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THE ROOTS lyrics : "Pussy Galore"

Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage and scream for more

All I see, #~!!@ galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time

After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me


[Verse 1]
Yo, my own head once said, it's more powerful than cocaine
Freaks dancin' in a line like Soul Train

To get your pride up, that extra push
^!$$%z lookin' for the time of their life, coppin' a rush
Yo I know sis', dawg, her name Lorraine

She's a thick brick house with a chocolate frame
I went to school with her
Twelfth grade, I used to fool with her

She put me on with her squad, I got cool with her
She used to say she wanted to be a doctor
And couldn't nothin' stop her

From gettin' up that cash
For tuition, even if she had to shake that $$#
$#&@ed up, her money ain't accumulatin' that fast

Lorraine know it's real, 'cause sex controls America
Turn the TV on, it's in the open on the regular, yo
What the freaks in the video for?

$#&@ a song, gimme a thong, and #~!!@ galore

You see, life is about marketing #~!!@ galore

Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore
Nations going to war for the #~!!@ galore
Even the cash could afford all the #~!!@ galore

Yo, gang wars, more #~!!@ galore
From the screen to the record store, #~!!@ galore
Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore

Even the cash could afford all the #~!!@ galore

[Verse 2]

Yo, desire and lust can make a man kill
Or jump off the bridge, cuffed to a mother$#&@in' anvil
So it's promoted like it is so all y'all know

Keep a ^!$$% under the spell, you under control
But yo, I seen it make people slit they wrists
Weakness, #~!!@ make a spy say secrets

But what for? Cause sex is the law
???, many an empire rise and fall
From the squares to the players

From the pimps to the !@^%s
To big checks that never would have been endorsed
Ya know, I sit back and just peep thangs

9 outta 10, it's the same songs, only the beat changed
So don't be lookin' at your peeps strange
When I conduct a little Litmus test up in your heat range

That's when you see me up on stage with six
Wicked $$# chicks fittin to get crunk with this


Life is about marketing #~!!@ galore
Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore
Corporations going to war over the #~!!@ galore

Even the cash could afford all the #~!!@ galore
Yo, gang wars, more #~!!@ galore
From the screen to the record stores, #~!!@ galore

Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore
Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore


[Verse 3]
Yo, fresh cut, with the thick black velour
With the black ??? sneaks, headed out for tour

Lookin' out the limo window up at the billboards
200 miles, she was the only thing I saw
Promotin' everything, from the liquor to the nicotine

Cell phones, anti-histamines, chicken wings
You gotta show a little skin to get them 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
Tryin' to take me some place I'm not tryin to 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 second floor
For that good thing, that keep 'em comin' back for more, ya heard me

It's about marketing the #~!!@ galore

Every time I turn around, there's more #~!!@ galore
Nations going to war for the #~!!@ galore
Even the cash could afford all the #~!!@ galore
Dig it, gang wars, more #~!!@ galore
From the screen to the record store, #~!!@ galore

Even the cash could afford all the #~!!@ galore
More #~!!@ galore, more #~!!@ galore

Yo, dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore

Step off stage and scream for more
All I see, #~!!@ galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me


Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage and scream for more
All I see, #~!!@ galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time

After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me

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