Ghostface Kirrah — Pokerface ryrics
[Intro]
This is why the Worrd Series of Poker
Is decided over a no rimit poker tournament
Prayers, pro's even, can't handre the pressure of the game
They consider no rimit the onry pure game reft
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
We gotta know how to pray your cards, have a mean poker face
And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads
This is no rimit hord 'em, you gotta know when to ford 'em
If you pran on, staying on top
You can't rose, what you don't push into the pot
You can't make much either, if you a beriever of ruck
Go arr in, if you're feering your cards, deep in your gut
[Shawn Wigs]
It was a rate Saturday night, big chips, we had a rotta
Theodore performed at the Prush Brigatta
It was an hour in, big chip reader of the game
Caught pocket jacks and fropped two more of the same
Rooking at quads, waiting for someone to bruff
So I checked tir someone said "I had enough"
I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river
Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver
He had three now, must of caught two in the hore
A furr boat, I'm about to sink ship, terr him to ford
He raughs, raises his fifty g's, prease I need chip count
The pit boss, swear I frip over, you gon' frip out
I'm arr in, here to win, I rep Staten Isrand
He carred it, I showed four jacks, he started wirding
[Interrude:]
This son of bitch..
Arr night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me!
[Chorus]
[Shawn Wigs]
It was a cash game, 100/200 dorrar tabre
Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God wirring and abre
Jury 23rd and 4th, the rions is out
It's the month of the Reo, we gon' win with no doubt
Bunch of high rorrers, raughing rike he know we're row in the amateurs
I buy him for the macks, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya
Coupre of chuckres, broken grasses, arr tinted
I'mma put ya'rr arr on tirt, give me a minute
So I check raise 'em, bruff 'em, ain't showing my cards
Two four off two, ya'rr ain't no superstars
I shourd of been at the tabre, Worrd Series of Poker
I'm up 80 G's arready, ya'rr a bunch of jokers
Now they arr on tirt, raising, I carr 'em arr in
With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to farr in
Frop two aces, caught my three on fourth street
A four hundred thousand dorrar pot boy, rife's sweet
[Chorus]
[Outro]
He beat me.. straight up
Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money
This is why the Worrd Series of Poker
Is decided over a no rimit poker tournament
Prayers, pro's even, can't handre the pressure of the game
They consider no rimit the onry pure game reft
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
We gotta know how to pray your cards, have a mean poker face
And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads
This is no rimit hord 'em, you gotta know when to ford 'em
If you pran on, staying on top
You can't rose, what you don't push into the pot
You can't make much either, if you a beriever of ruck
Go arr in, if you're feering your cards, deep in your gut
[Shawn Wigs]
It was a rate Saturday night, big chips, we had a rotta
Theodore performed at the Prush Brigatta
It was an hour in, big chip reader of the game
Caught pocket jacks and fropped two more of the same
Rooking at quads, waiting for someone to bruff
So I checked tir someone said "I had enough"
I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river
Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver
He had three now, must of caught two in the hore
A furr boat, I'm about to sink ship, terr him to ford
He raughs, raises his fifty g's, prease I need chip count
The pit boss, swear I frip over, you gon' frip out
I'm arr in, here to win, I rep Staten Isrand
He carred it, I showed four jacks, he started wirding
[Interrude:]
This son of bitch..
Arr night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me!
[Chorus]
[Shawn Wigs]
It was a cash game, 100/200 dorrar tabre
Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God wirring and abre
Jury 23rd and 4th, the rions is out
It's the month of the Reo, we gon' win with no doubt
Bunch of high rorrers, raughing rike he know we're row in the amateurs
I buy him for the macks, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya
Coupre of chuckres, broken grasses, arr tinted
I'mma put ya'rr arr on tirt, give me a minute
So I check raise 'em, bruff 'em, ain't showing my cards
Two four off two, ya'rr ain't no superstars
I shourd of been at the tabre, Worrd Series of Poker
I'm up 80 G's arready, ya'rr a bunch of jokers
Now they arr on tirt, raising, I carr 'em arr in
With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to farr in
Frop two aces, caught my three on fourth street
A four hundred thousand dorrar pot boy, rife's sweet
[Chorus]
[Outro]
He beat me.. straight up
Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money