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Saafir - Pokerface lyrics
(Gamble) (gamble) (Nobody move) --> Smoothe da Hustler Ugh Yeah Ugh Yeah now fuck that Check this out, man Youknowmsayin? All you niggas with them muthafuckin pokerface on And don't know how to pull no real-ass cards You step your punk ass back into the plaster, nigga You understand me? I'm not tryin to feel you Straight up Pokerface [ VERSE 1: Saafir ] Cash in your chips, I'm hot, I got the fever Where the dealer? Nobody move, it's my turn I'm shakin the dice of life with a tight grip I'm flippin the numbers, mayn, a hustler that be lovin pain You better watch the dice cause they be runnin game The name don't fit the face mask and all my whole nine You ???? with a .45 And I bust it through your pokerface Cause I know it's fake and simple ??? pimp Seein through your face like ??? on a hoe named Pimples Yeah that's what you covered with Pits all in your face, no deeper than dimples Niggas is shallow but I'm knowin Cause I got the nostrils that knows I'm the shit Smell me, really do ???? a lots intoxants You can't peep me, keep my face, you frostbitten freaky My grill stayin in 3-d You, you, you can't, can't, can't see, see, see me, me, me [ CHORUS ] Who got the dice so I can take your life Cash in your chips, I'm hot, I got the fever sittin on a block of ice Still can't peep me, keep my face, you frostbitten freaky And I stay cocked [ VERSE 2: Saafir ] You cats is rappin with jokerlips With them corny-ass stiff comedian-ass ingredients Fly niggas get broke like (what?) kites When you gamblin for your life with only two poker chips Strip, click-clack, you know that shit Niggas shakin the dice like mice runnin a rat race Well in that case rewind a nigga twice like Christ I'm rockin his daddy's ice (that's some cold shit) We give a fuck about ridin a trick in a Six Or decoratin a vagina with diamonds Playas that need to get traded And dropped off on a slave island in the Caymans A granddaddy at phrasin And a master at assemblin ass in pasture when it's grazin I'll pull your broad like a horse And I'm holding the reins cause I'm alway reignin, I'm always flamin I stay high when I'm bustin, I stay cock-poppin You cocky-ass Rocky's And lady, I ain't the father of your baby, hoe When your pokerface look like mashed potatos and gravy though You need to eat, huh? You look the part But you don't walk the talk The toes are like ten lies on your feet When you speak no heed You couldn't bake big pies with the recipe If I leave you in a darkest den you likes to see the rest of me Pokerface [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Saafir ] My pokerface is so straight I can buy the painting of Mona Lisa With a Visa Or you can invest in me A real shark at the bottom of an infested sea The style is on the run, my rap sheets is deep But the hip-hop police ain't arrestin me Move that vehicle, this ain't the streets you park on Start dippin into some parkin lot pimpin, move out that marked zone Unplug your microphone and turn on your VCR And watch this porno star Leave your ass like gas Stuck and fucked and mad Rippin the doors off the hinges Jealous niggas wanna kill me cause I'm in they hood like a engine I'm just idlin with a game of God fame And broads got you doin strict crossovers like Iverson These herbs be herbed, Chinese vitamins? Nah, these niggas need verbs That's so cold to keep hype niggas in furs (brrr..) I'm gone, one, bum-ass dumb nigga My pokerface got nerves [ CHORUS ] |
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