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Текст (слова) песни: Poison Clan - Jeri Curl

[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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