Ghostface k**ah - Pokerface lyrics

(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 k**ah] 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 b**h.. 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 gla**es, 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