Pokerface Songtext - 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

[ 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

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 teh 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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