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​Pokerface

This song is by Saafir.

(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

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 [unverified] with a .45

And I bust it through your pokerface
'Cause I know it's fake and simple [unverified] pimp
Seein' through your face like [unverified]
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 [unverified] 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

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

You cats is rappin' with jokerlips
With them corny ass stiff comedian ass ingredients
Fly niggas get broke like kites
(What?)
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 potatoes
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

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

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
I'm gone, one, bum ass dumb nigga
My pokerface got nerves

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

Written by:

Reginald Gibson; Roger Roberts