Poison Clan - Jeri Curl lyrics

[repeated riff from the Beatles' "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"] [Verse 1: JT Money] b**hes with jericurls I can't stand Now this is comin' straight from the Money-Man I used to f** 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 sh**, 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 b**h get dissed on a blind date While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't Put a b**h like that on the corner I hate it with a pa**ion, 'cause, number One, it's a f**ed-up fashion Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough, The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it A jeri-b**h? 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-a** who*e Gets too lazy to do us sh** So the b**h 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 sh** Oh yeah, but I forgot - 'Bout the sheets gettin' greasy and what-not Whether f**in' or takin' a nap, Make that b**h wear a shower cap! [Verse 4: Debonaire] Check it out, I think some of the folks Think a n***a makin' jokes But it's true, about them hoes They be gettin' grease on your clothes And though a n***a 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 sh** burst in flames I can't see my sh** like that 'Cause, man, I'd rather be seen in plaids It makes a n***a look like a f*g, Walkin' 'round with his head in a bag And yo, I tell ya, they need to quit 'Cause the Clan ain't with that sh**!