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tha joker (us) - we do it for fun (part 3) lyrics

my flow’s authentic, they won’t listen to knock offs
just the other day big block took joc off
flavor said “f-ck it” and he took his clock off
same day hova lost it and he cut the roc off
now this’ll be the same day that i take an l
and later on that night it was a blizzard in h-ll!

(yeah, joker! third time around it’s only gonna get worse from here baby! ay! leh go!)
(b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big fruit, big fruit)

maybe, hopefully, probably, possibly…
no! you been looking for the best now you got me
greatness is here, you should already know
that i have a sick flow like my carpet had a cold
i started out losing, but now i’m winning
scarface life with an alternate ending
beat the track up, straight wreck on the freestyle
beat the p-ssy up, and keep vets on my speed dial
she might not do you, but she’ll do me
cause i always get service like at&t
and i park anywhere i feel
cause ya can’t boot 28-inch wheels, motherf-cker!
i role through ya hood tech knockin’ off shingles
real unexpected like snoop dogg single
people will die if i get disrespected
f-ck so many p-ssies up that i’m scared to get tested
millionaire fans, #1 on the checklist
“i knew him back then!” well you should have invested!
chopper, semi, c-ck it, blast it
k!ll you even if i say the same thing on you b-st-rds
i promise that she will do anything that i ask her
limit her vocab down to “harder” and “faster”
you’re my baby, glad that i found you
cause d-ck sucking is the quality that i value (yeah!)
arts and crafts n-gga, bend her down and fold her
in ya baby mama’s trunk like a d-mn stroller
smokin’ on a blunt, 45′ on my waist
i’m the only reason hood n-ggas on mysp-ce
don’t worry ‘bout it baby, i am not rookie
straight chinese, i ain’t scared to eat p-ssy
and i’m ‘bout to reapply my last line now
so you rappers better run, cause my stomach just growled!

see, i am an army but you can’t join me
dollar bill n-gga, so you can’t coin me
love ‘em and leave ‘em, ya’ll still catchin’ feelings
i got that old money, i’m still countin’ shillings
superhero flow, and the beat’s my villain
even if the sears tower, money stacked to the ceiling
and still i rise just like a balloon
bentley like a pirate ship, look at all those doubloons!
potential to blow like a f-ckin’ grenade
wake ya neighborhood with clappin’, like a f-ckin’ parade
been street ever since the first day
and n-gga, i’mma die in the trap, like prey!
see i’m just tryin’ to chill in the hood, no annoyance from narco
get rich and f-ck r&b hoes like rocko
this is genuine, that other sh-t was phony
i am the rock, ya’ll n-ggas jabronies!
you’re hot dog, but i’m a coney
got all this ice on me, where’s my zamboni?
hoes know me, so they always wanna phone me
latinos even bouncin’, n-gga shoulda won a tony!
had my feet out the window, mj got p-ssed
cause i had some j’s on that he didn’t know exist
if you tote iron n-gga then i’m bustin’ steamers
leave ya whole face wet just like noxzeema
leave ya whole cl!ck wet, sorta somethin’ like katrina
but 6 feet deep there be no fema!
gangsta appearance, yeah i’m about mine
it’s like new cocaine, how i keep a fresh line
sweet tooth hoes wanna get in my denims
m&m jeans keep big nuts in ‘em
pull up in a van, b-tch stankin’ ya deep
i blow the doors off yo sh-t like you came in a jeep!
and fake–ss rappers, they ‘bout to expire
puttin’ words in songs they probably learned off the wire
i heard pac and then i was inspired
to run this rap sh-t until it gets tired!

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