Hoe Cakes (MF DOOM)

Keep your hoes in check Super I got this girl and she wants me to duke her I told her I'd come scoop her around eight, 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, he's like D.B. Cooper Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit Just 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 without it And can't live with this, handle your business Villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper It?s fun smackin? rookies, he is the super Look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow Weirdo, brown, skinned and always kept his hair low Rumors has it, it?s a S-curl accident Doom was always known to keep the best girls? backs bent Some say it?s 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 with high rollers, do what daddy told her No matter the city, she want 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 of '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 You need to make her feel cuter And lay down the G like Luther, everything will 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 here, 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 your 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 And be a father to your 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 and 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 you-haul, super Super, super