Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poker Face, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Bad Dreams, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2001
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Poker Face |
| Yo yo yo yo what’s crackin'? |
| It’s the one and only Buc-motherfuckin'-Fifty |
| Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville |
| I’ve got a license to kill |
| And as for these bitches on the street, that love my sex |
| But y’all feel my depth appeal, yes it’s real |
| Buc-fuckin'-Fifty |
| I’m young and deadly, that real nigga you pretend to be |
| Armed heavily, quick on the draw, you’re levelheaded G |
| Fuck sensitivity I ain’t gentle B |
| I’m head buttin', punk motherfuckin' niggas for frontin' |
| Shake it on the ground chokin' on they own blood and |
| Make your nose bone fuck your brains, when I’m buggin' |
| Then I just laugh like I was playin' the dozens |
| Cause you can’t do me nothin' it’s like style’s my custom |
| How I function, as a man from a munchkin |
| I keep thumpin', run with a shady bunch and |
| We was Murderville when Laverne was money-earnin' |
| Getting' money like the Persians across the country burnin' |
| Anything movin', any corner that we turnin' |
| And knowledge ain’t one thing that I’m concerned with |
| Deadly hand speeders while you niggas can’t stand me |
| Come through and reject yo shit like Moka’s candy |
| I hear know excuses make sure you understand me |
| Almost doesn’t count my nigga ask Brandy |
| (Prevail) (Chorus x2) |
| Full house, royal flush, what you holdin'? |
| You’ll be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen |
| Queens get jacked by the King of Spades |
| Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev One, Poker Face |
| (Mad Child) |
| I’m a razor blade the face it turn cross the line |
| And when it comes to path don’t cross mine |
| It’s strange though, devil with the face of an angel |
| Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbow |
| Scorpion king that slowly return |
| Purified by pain reason fire burn |
| Bitch so stupid got your thong on wrong |
| I’m a cygone bomb, with my fire-on arm |
| I’m raw with this flawless lawlessness |
| Three stars rest to y’all of astrologists |
| College kids, download these songs and acknowledge this |
| Shock or rock bottom with the high alcohol tolerance |
| Skin stay thick, now duck cause you fuckers suck a trick |
| (Prevail) (Chorus x2) |
| (Prevail) |
| Yo you shouldn’t gamble, with things you can’t handle |
| Horrid morbid speak in leakin' fluid |
| If he can do it, then why can’t I? |
| Cause he can’t fly he stays grounded, safe to say I’m bout it |
| When it comes time to turn it out, it’s my specialty |
| Effortlessly destined to death, we all ears |
| There’s marijuana in my pits, this life is twisted |
| Kiss the distance welcome to hitsville |
| Shit it bangs it’s a snake pit gang out |
| Boa Constrictor, stick to dialogue that differs |
| Leave you stiff you no-go, deader than do-dos |
| Plus I look good in photos, hittin' locos |
| Battleaxe Soldiers you Homo Erectus |
| City to city Tokyo to Soho they expect us |
| Toys ain’t us, poison tusk, dawn til dusk |
| We bust enough of this good stuff to smack your lips |
| If you riff, peace to lift |
| My release date on the streets will never shift |
| Cause beats like this I rock them well, Doctor Ill |
| Talk to myself walk and kill, the space and fill |
| The holes with mace, pray the sky grace your place |
| With my presence and draw the line |
| It’s clobberin' time, like I’m made of stone |
| If it’s my thing you can swing while we rock the phones |
| (Prevail) (Chorus x2) |