We Do It for Fun, Pt. 9 Songtext
von Tha Joker

Slam
I wake up everyday and tell my money good mornin′
Look over to the right and ask yo bitch how she doin'
Niggas try to test me, but that′s just a facade
Only way I have a challenger, is if I bought a Dodge

We do it for fun, got the whole country rockin'
I swear it got more parts than Trapped In the Closet
I'm shittin′ on niggas, pissin′ on hoes
Somebody please find this guy a commode

I heard what you said, but don't care what it′s about
I'm always goin′ in like I can't climb out
Coconut with a twist, bitch, I am in the lime
I′m hungry for this shit, bitch, I should wear a sign

You might make a movie, but I make history
Yo girl call me daddy and she swallowin' her siblings
Frank lucas life, with a Boston George swagger
Yo girl should join a circus 'cause she swallows hot daggers


In other news, Joker known to keep it funky
J′s, J′s, J's, My closet just Junky
You are picker, I am a logger
Hit yo girl with my truck like frogger

You′re a dream seller and yo blunt is filled with basement
I smoke before the party, so I rise to the occasion
You know I'm a dog, but I′m never ever caged in
I'm humping your girl after dark, Michael Baisden

It′ll be a problem if you don't show up for payday
Turn it into April 31st, that's mayday
I′m on the road to riches and I′m in the fast lane
So when your bitch disappear, it wasn't David Blayne

I don′t break a sweat when I'm on this paper chase
I′m already here, the paper just late
I be doin hoes dirty, I can not lie
I don't say good night, I just tell em bye

Everytime I hit the club, I slam like a athlete
My gun put niggas in they place, it′s a masterpiece
Tell yo girl to play her role, come and sour me
Then I pick her apart, Sex Biology


Sometimes I be feelin like Lil Weezy
I'm the fire man, I need cats in trees
On that Waka Flocka, I love them gun sounds
Wish a nigga would, I'll chop em down

Hundred round clip, it′ll send yo ass to glory
Yours only hold sixteen, statutory
She ready to rock, so my dick just climb out
Threw my kids against her walls, like a time out

You say you a hundred, but nigga, I doubt it
I just keep it G, that′s a thousand
Fruit got 'em goin′ crazy right on fruity loops
I'm the hottest thing around, so she jumpin through hoops

Live life wasted, I ain′t lyin'
Joker Too Cold, alcoholic, like Bryan
I′m tourin' all around the Country, off a mixtape
I don't make rental songs, but my record break

Asked her who she wanna fuck, she said she don′t care
All my hoes go live, I′m talkin' on air
Joker Too Cold, I′m the new shit
Underground king, I'm the new flip

I can say that i′m the best, and I worry about Hova
'Cause I′m still Tha Mixtape Joker