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Poison Clan - Jeri Curl lyrics
repeated riff from the Beatles' "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"] Verse 1: JT Money Bitches with jericurls I can't stand Now this is comin' straight from the Money Man I used to fuck this hoe now I hate her Wherever she went she left Activator I mean her neck was so greasy and black The mom even had to talk behind her back And when the boys heard about the sis They said "Yo I'ma tell you like this: If the girl sits on your couch, Be prepared to get the stain out." But I forgot, and that was it And when she did the shit, mom had a fit And was askin' me where I found her Sayin' don't bring another around her But even now, as long as it's been, She'll check the hair before lettin' 'em in Verse 2: Debonaire Jericurls I hate - it'll make A bitch get dissed on a blind date While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't Put a bitch like that on the corner I hate it with a passion, 'cause, number One, it's a fucked-up fashion Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough, The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it A jeri-bitch? She can forget it! Every time you with her, kiss On her neck and her tit'll taste bitter Plus it got a nasty smell; some sayin' I-double-L Them hoes can forget it, because Debonaire: I ain't with it Verse 3: JT Money Jericurls I've seen enough of Believe me, I don't know what's rougher When your car seems greasy, or When because some lazy-ass whore Gets too lazy to do us shit So the bitch goes out and gets That jericurl, me in her wallet If she comes around me, a ring around the collar 'Cause that there, I can't deal with Put grease on my (?), you'll pay for my shit Oh yeah, but I forgot - 'Bout the sheets gettin' greasy and what-not Whether fuckin' or takin' a nap, Make that bitch wear a shower cap! Verse 4: Debonaire Check it out, I think some of the folks Think a nigga makin' jokes But it's true, about them hoes They be gettin' grease on your clothes And though a nigga got loot, I hate grease gettin' on a fresh silk suit You can say I fear 'em Deb' wouldn't be caught dead near 'em There's a guy, I won't say no names But the player's shit burst in flames I can't see my shit like that 'Cause, man, I'd rather be seen in plaids It makes a nigga look like a fag, Walkin' 'round with his head in a bag And yo, I tell ya, they need to quit 'Cause the Clan ain't with that shit |
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