Roots - ***** Galore Lyrics
Dancin on the dance floorGirl it's you that I adoreStep on stage and scream for moreAll I see ***** GaloreSnap my fingers make you mineIf not I'll snap a 2nd time.After that I guarantee you will be standing next to meAn old head once said, "that's more power for the cocaine. Freaks dancing online like Soul Train"To give your product that extra pushNiggas lookin for the time of their life, coppin a rushYo I know sis, Dog, her name LorraineShe that thick brick house with the chocolate frameI went to school with her, 12th grade I used to fool with herShe put me on with her squad, I got cool with herShe useta say she wanna be a doctor and couldn't nothing stop her From givingup that cash for tuition even ifShe had to "shake that ass"*****ed up her money ain't accumulate that fastLorraine know it's real, and sex control AmericaTurn the T.V. it's in the open on the regular, yoWhat the freaks in the video for?***** a song, give me a thong and ***** GaloreChorusYou see, life's about marketing and ***** GaloreEvery time I turn around it's more ***** GaloreNations goin to war for the ***** GaloreEither the cash, the raw or the ***** GaloreYo, gang wars more ***** galoreFrom the streets to the record storeEvery time I turn around it's more ***** GaloreEither the cash, the raw or the ***** GaloreYo desire and lust can make a man killOr jump off a bridge cuffed to a mutha*****in anvilSo it's promoted like that's all yawl knowKeep a nigga under the spell you under controlBut Yo I seem to make people slit they wristsWeakness, ***** make a spots they secretsBut what for, cause sex is the law, lawAnd done been many an empire rise and fallFrom the Squares to the Players to the Pimps and WhoresTo big checks that never would have been endorsedYou know, I just sit back and just peep things9 out of 10 it's the same song, only the beat changedSo don't be looking at Tariq strangeWhen I conduct a little litmus test up in your heat rangeThat's when you see me on stage with 6Wicked ass chicksFinna get crunk with thisChorusFresh cut, with the thick black velourWith the black Louis sneaksHeadin out for tourLooking out the limo window up at the billboardsFor 200 miles, She was the only thing I sawPromoting everything from the liquor, to the nicotine,cell phones, antihistamine, chicken wings.You gotta show a little skin to get them listening, for realYawl know the world is a sex machineFull of, pretty freaks in designer jeansWho go to extremes to conjure all kinds of schemesHalf the time it ain't even responsiblyTrying to take me somewhere I ain't tryna beGHETTO sin city where the P is freeYou catch a bid far worser than a 1 to 3All up in the after hours on the 2nd floorFor that good thang that keep em comin back for moreChorusBridge x2***** Galore x2
