| Good morning ladies and gentlemenboys and motherfucking girls
 This is your captain with no name speaking
 and I'm here to rock your world
 with a tale that will soon be classic
 about a woman you already know
 No prostitute she but the mayor of your brain
 Pussy Control
 
 Our story begins in a schoolyard
 a little girl skipping rope with her friends
 A tisket a tasket no lunch in her basket
 Just schoolbooks for the fight she would be in
 one day over this hoodie, she got beat
 for some clothes and her rep
 With her chin up she scolded
 "All y'all's molded, when I am rich
 on your neck I will step."
 And step she did to the straight As
 to college, the master's degree
 She hired the heifers who jumped her
 and made every one of them work for free?
 No, why? "So what if my sistas are trifling,
 they just don't know.  Their mama didn't tell 'em
 what she told me, girl you need Pussy Control."
 
 Verse two.
 Pussy got bank in her pocket
 before she got dick in her drawers.
 If brother didn't have good n plenty of his own
 in love Pussy never did fall.
 Then some dick named Trick tried to stick her
 Talking more schick than a bic
 about how he gonna make Pussy a star
 if she come and sing a lick on his hit.
 Pussy said, "N*gga, you crazy if you don't know,
 every woman in the world ain't a freak.
 You could go platinum four times
 still couldn't make what I make in a week.
 So push up on somebody wanna hear that,
 'cause this sombody here don't wanna know.
 Boy you better act like you understand
 when you're rolling with Pussy Control."
 
 There's one more verse to the story,
 I need another piece of your ear.
 I wanna hip you all to the reason
 I'm known as the playa of the year.
 'Cause I met this girl named Pussy
 at the club International Ball
 She was rolling four deep
 three sistas and a weepy-eyed white girl driving her haul.
 I pulled up right beside her,
 and my electric top went down.
 I said, "Motherfucker I know your reputation
 and I'm astounded that you're here,
 I fear,
 you're lonely and you want to know
 a twelve o'clock straight up nigga
 that don't give a shit that you're Pussy Control.
 Well I'm that nigga, at least I want to be,
 but it's going to be hard as hell
 to keep my mind off a body that'll make a rich man
 want to sell, sell, sell.
 Can I tell you, what I'm thinking that you already know?
 You need a motherfucker that respects your name
 now say it, 'Pussy Control'."
 
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