But I don’t give a f#ck ’bout that
One track I made ’bout kings in the spring
Today I’mma talk not ’bout chrome rim n some sh#t which is dim
But the real stuff n how it is stable
I got often pocket kings on the table
When I’m playin’ poker
There’s no f#ckin’ joker
But you can add it up to enhace the chance to not get f#cked up
Don’t say after that it is dishonest
Stay silent n be modest
F’real it can be easily to bluff
Even when ya got this kinda stuff
‘Cuz not always you can get somethin’ ’till the river
b#tches limberin’ up the shoulders n they start to shiver
Would get some percent of the win
And won’t be able to mess in the f#ckin’ bins
They push their host to make tha fake moves
Muthaf#cka is angry n he starts to abuse – all his opponents
Real playas stay away n put some info in the columns
So, don’t deal with ’em
They will own all of yo’ property n you’ll have to make a stamp
To change da host
Some bustas considered they are pro but they lost
Even if you are pro, you have to obey the law – of the damn game
‘Cuz some gangstas can bust a cap in yo’ #ss n it will be lame
You will lose not only yo’ dough but also a dope dame
{Hook} X2
Don’t play with me on the same table
Yo losin’ is stable
But do it if you are ready to throw yo’ muthaf#ckin’ rings
When I got the kings the chances are better
I don’t give a damn ’bout yo’ total chatter
Just stop barkin’, yeah
Don’t put on the table the key of the car which is so rare – against me
Actually, I wanna say am not a g
I said it in too many tracks
‘Cuz after that he just wrecks
Sit silent in yo’ place
Due to some muthaf#ckas who are violent in the chase
The main rule of it is neva borrow
Nowadays, no one wanna get into the sorrow
Proceed to the gamble
There’s no place fo’ the muthaf#ckas who just ramble
Walkin’ near the casino
And lookin’ in the mirror
Thinkin’ ’bout come in or not
I assure yo’ #ss no one gives a f#ck
So, come in the buildin’ before you get shot
By some muthaf#ckas with the dreadlocks
Or by hard cops
{Hook} X2
When you are already sittin’, get ready for the lickin’ – the #ss of the dealer to not shuffle so fast
‘Cuz yo’ brain is covered with a rust
What to do if you ain’t got dat hand?
It’s not the market when you can easily rent
It was yo’ question
Even if you win a big amount of snaps fo’ the mansion
No one let you go
And you will lose the total amount of yo’ dough
By the poker table you are nerve-rackin’
But tell me who bangin’?
That yo’ #ss starts to strain
And ya too aggressive in the game
Who is true to the game?
The answer is the real playas
‘Cuz they don’t give a damn ’bout haters
And ready fo’ the war
Dat stands fo’ if you want to deal with ’em, you will deal with the trunk of the black car
It’s no time fo’ describin’ the damn trunk
What if you meet by the poker table the f#ckin’ monk?
But it’s possible to meet the muthaf#ckin’ punks
I don’t give a f#ck whether they can or not make the f#ckin’ dunks
But we are talkin’ ’bout poker f’real
Don’t be scared of the man who wants to peel – yo’ cap while you are playin’
But ya can come across the men who are really insane
The game is too dangerous, ya know what I’m sayin’
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