[Verse 1] Yo, my old 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 Niggas 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 ass Fucked up, her money ain't accumulate that fast Lorraine know it's real, and sex controls 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
[Chorus] You see, life is about marketing pussy galore Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore Nations going 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, there's more pussy galore Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore
[Chorus] Life is about marketing pussy galore Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore Corporations going to war over 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, there's more pussy galore Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore
[Verse 3] 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 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
[Chorus] It's about marketing the pussy galore Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore Nations going 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, dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step off 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 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, pussy 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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Off the 2002 album Phrenology.
Pussy Galore was the name of a character in the 1964 James Bond movie “Goldfinger,” but here it’s the pervasive and often destructive presence of sexuality in our pop culture. The song’s not a condemnation from an angry prude, but a witty and thoughtful set of observations about what our addiction to pussy means.
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