Текст песни Poison Clan - Jeri Curl
Poison Clan - Jeri Curl слова песни
[repeated riff from the Beatles` "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"]Verse 1: JT MoneyBitches with jericurls I can`t standNow this is comin` straight from the Money-ManI used to fuck this hoe - now I hate herWherever she went, she left ActivatorI mean her neck was so greasy and blackThe mom even had to talk behind her backAnd 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 itAnd when she did the shit, mom had a fitAnd was askin` me where I found herSayin` don`t bring another around herBut even now, as long as it`s been,She`ll check the hair before lettin` `em inVerse 2: DebonaireJericurls I hate - it`ll make A bitch get dissed on a blind dateWhile walkin` out on her. I wouldn`t Put a bitch like that on the cornerI hate it with a passion, `cause, number One, it`s a fucked-up fashionBelieve I`ve seen enough, and what`s rough,The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain`t with itA jeri-bitch? She can forget it!Every time you with her, kissOn her neck and her tit`ll taste bitterPlus it got a nasty smell; some sayin` I-double-LThem hoes can forget it, becauseDebonaire: I ain`t with itVerse 3: JT MoneyJericurls I`ve seen enough ofBelieve me, I don`t know what`s rougherWhen your car seems greasy, orWhen because some lazy-ass whoreGets too lazy to do us shitSo the bitch goes out and gets That jericurl, me in her walletIf she comes around me, a ring around the collar`Cause that there, I can`t deal withPut grease on my (?), you`ll pay for my shitOh yeah, but I forgot - `Bout the sheets gettin` greasy and what-notWhether fuckin` or takin` a nap,Make that bitch wear a shower cap!Verse 4: DebonaireCheck it out, I think some of the folksThink a nigga makin` jokesBut it`s true, about them hoesThey be gettin` grease on your clothesAnd though a nigga got loot, I hate grease gettin` on a fresh silk suitYou can say I fear `emDeb` wouldn`t be caught dead near `emThere`s a guy, I won`t say no namesBut the player`s shit burst in flamesI can`t see my shit like that`Cause, man, I`d rather be seen in plaidsIt makes a nigga look like a fag,Walkin` `round with his head in a bagAnd yo, I tell ya, they need to quit`Cause the Clan ain`t with that shit!