Lyric Jeri Curl
[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!
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!
