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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!

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