POISON CLAN - Jeri Curl lyrics

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[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!