Pussy Man

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 second time
 After that I guarantee
 You will be stanfing next to me
 My old him once said, "it's more power than cocaine
 Freaks dancing in a 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
 See 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 use to say she wanna be a doctor
 and couldn't nothing stop her
 from getting 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, ans sex control America
 Turn the T.V. on, it's in the open of the regular(right?)
 What the freaks in the video for?
 Fuck a song, give me a thong and pussy galore
 You see, life's about 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 muthafuckin' anvil
 So it's promoted like that's all ya'll know
 Keep a nigga under the spell, you under control
 But yo I seen it make people slit they wrists
 Weakness, pussy make a spot sing secrets
 But what for, cause sex is the law, law, law
 And done been many an empire to 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 sit back and just peep things
 9 out of 10 it's the same song, only the beat change
 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 six
 Wicked ass chicks
 Fittin' to get crunk with this
 You see, life's about marketing and pussy galore
 Every time I turn around i smell pussy galore
 Corporations goin' to war for the pussy galore
 Either the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
 Yo, gang wars more ussy galore
 From the streets to the record store, 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 Luke sneaks
 Headin' out for tour
 Looking out the limo window up at the billboards
 200 miles, She was the only thing I saw
 Promoting everything from the liquor, to the nicotine
 Cell phones, antihistamine, chicken wing
 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
 Trying to take me someplace 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
 It's about market and the pussy galore
 Every time I turn around I smell pussy galore
 Nations goin to war for the pussy galore
 Even the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
 Dig it, gang wars, more pussy galore
 From the street to the record store, pussy galore
 Even the cash, the raw or the pussy galore
 More pussy galore, more pussy galore