MF Doom - Hoe Cakes lyrics

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KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!)

I got this girl and she

wants me to duke Her

I told her I'd come scoop her

around 8, she said "Super!"

that sounds great, shorty

girl's a trooper

no matter what I need her to do, she

be like "Super!"

own his own throne, the boss like King

Koopa

on the microphone he flossed the ring

"Super!

average emcees is like a TV blooper

MF

DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper

out wit the moolah, I let her

get a outfit

jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't

about shit

I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it

the way

it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it

and

can't live with this, handle yo bidness

villain'll

stay on a scandalous hoes shit list

one pack of cookies

please Mr. Hooper

its fun smackin rookies, he is the

"Super!"

look like a black wookie when he let his beard

grow

weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair

low

rumor has it its a S-curl accident

DOOM was always

known to keep the best girls backs bent

some say its the

eyes, some say the accent

a lotta guys wonder where they

stacks went

I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty

swolla

only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told

her

no matter the city she with me to do the thang

thang

work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang

bang

same name on the titty as on the name ring

pretty

like Baby D off "all in the same gang"

keep my eye on her

really don't trust her

but I treat her like a daughter,

taught her how to bust a nut

and the heat to turn beef to

horsemeat chalupa

teach her how to hold it, of course he is

the "Super!"

see most cats treat her like foofer

or beat

her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!"

ya need to make

her feel cuter

and lay down the G like Luther,

everythin'll be "Super!"

do for her, keep her in a new

fur

so she look sweet when she go to meet the

"Super!"

got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it

put

it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it

listen here scooter,

let her try to bag you

when she's on the rag never let

her fry the Ragu

which will have you under some type of

spell crying "dag boo"

her name on ya back in her

tattoo

whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street

chick

don't call her wifey if you met her at the

freaknick

you don't want her don't waste her time,

I'll dupe her

oh and be a father to ya child like the

"Super!"

he keep his hoes in check

sends 'em out to

get glows from off frozen necks

tell 'em take his

clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real

better yet, get

'em for the check off the record deal

find out where he

keep the tek an the blue steel

make sure for extra wreck let

'em know how you feel

and while he's runnin down

to all star weekend to ball

I'm comin with the

U-HAUL!(Super!)

(..Super!) (...Super!)