Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs - Pokerface lyrics

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

You 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

It was a late Saturday night, big chips
We had a lotta
Theodore performed at the plush Borgata
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

This son of bitch
All night, he set me up, he check, check
He trapped me!

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 we low-limit amateurs
I buy in for the max, twenty G's
I'mma damage ya
Couple of chuckles, broken glasses
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

He beat me straight up
Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money