| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| Yo, desire and lust can make a man kill | 
| Or jump off the bridge, cuffed to a motherfuckin' 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 wrists | 
| Weakness, pussy make a spy say secrets | 
| But what for? | 
| Cause sex is the law | 
| And been many an empire rise and fall | 
| From the squares to the players | 
| To the pimps to the whores | 
| 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 change | 
| So don’t be lookin' at Tariq 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 ass chicks fittin to get crunk with this | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 |