Ghostface Killah - Pokerface lyrics

rate me

(feat. Shawn Wigs)

[Intro:]

This is why the World Series of Poker

Is decided over a no limit poker tournament

Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game

They consider no limit the only pure game left

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

We gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face

And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads

This is no limit hold 'em, you gotta know when to fold 'em

If you plan on, staying on top

You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot

You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck

Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut

[Shawn Wigs:]

It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta

Theodore performed at the Plush Brigatta

It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game

Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same

Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff

So I checked til 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 hole

A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold

He laughs, raises his fifty g's, please I need chip count

The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out

I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island

He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding

[Interlude: ?]

This son of bitch..

All night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me!

[Chorus]

[Shawn Wigs:]

It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table

Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able

July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out

It's the month of the Leo, we gon' win with no doubt

Bunch of high rollers, laughing like he know we're low in the amateurs

I buy him for the macks, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya

Couple of chuckles, broken glasses, all tinted

I'mma put ya'll all on tilt, give me a minute

So I check raise 'em, bluff 'em, ain't showing my cards

Two four off two, ya'll ain't no superstars

I should of been at the table, World Series of Poker

I'm up 80 G's already, ya'll a bunch of jokers

Now they all on tilt, raising, I call 'em all in

With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to fall in

Flop two aces, caught my three on fourth street

A four hundred thousand dollar pot boy, life's sweet

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

He beat me.. straight up

Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money