Tha Joker (US) - We Do It For Fun Pt. 6 lyrics

Hook: My name is Joker Habitual smoker My name is Joker Habitual smoker My my my name is Joker Habitual smoker I'll show you what a gangsta look like At least supposed to My name is Joker Habitual smoker My name is Joker Habitual smoker My my my name is Joker Habitual smoker I'll show you what a gangsta look like At least supposed to Verse 1: My name is Joker I bet you know that sh** now I did it for fun Now this how everybody wanna spit now Stay strapped up Everybody better get down Smoked up all the kush and now you have nowhere to sit down Please check the wrist now Bet ya wanna get that Keep a chopper on me I'm a walking helipad See her n***a wanna be me She just wanna freak me She wetter than a birdbath so I guess that makes me Tweety Arab money sir I don't have a Visa My ear is icy like I put my corn in the freezer Hit MySpace now Tha Joker's all they know All eyes on me like a stove but I'm cold I'm thin but I'm bold I'm hot but I'm froze She grinned and got chose Now she going home solo Listen up Joker got a little riddle Two Brazilian twins with too cold in the middle (Hook) Verse 2: It's guns d** and money That's the sh** I'm into Throwing shots at n***as Man I am the bartender I'm bad I'm bad You can look at me and tell Money is the root of evil so my bank account is hell Jeweler ask if I want diamonds and I told him well certainly He said ok and now the chain looks like it went through surgery I love p**y but before I hit it make your jaw drop Lifetime supply of magnums Dresser drawers I dodge car lots You know I'm a freak girl You want it just ask me sh** Karrine Steffans told me I was too nasty And she was talking physical I'm also nasty lyrical But please excuse me while my Marlboro n***as get spiritual (Hook) Verse 3: Joker too cold Man I spit like a spout do My flow super cold b**h I hope you brought your house shoes I'm the best n***a Blow up man I'm bout to And I have a lot of potential like her mouth do Damn you stupid dancer Please free my lingo So sick with this sh** that I am bald from the chemo Swag on a million a zillion or higher You have on an outfit p**y this is an attire This lean gonna k** my liver This smoke gonna keep me coughing So when I'm in this b**h I'm like a dead man walking The club is my coffin The Bentley is my hearse Nation is the pallbearer and C-Mo is even worse I spit crack on every verse You would think I'm snorting salt Plus hard a** hooks like I'm tryna catch a shark Man which rapper gonna bark Bet nobody in the game And who is the best Don't act like you don't know the name Cause (Hook)