MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes (Beatboxappella) lyrics

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 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, he's like DB cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off, she said
"Niggas 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
Ho's shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr hooper
It's fun smacking rookies, he is the
("Super!") look like a black wookie when
He let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown-skinned'd
Always kept his hair low
Rumor 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 lot of 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 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 Foofur
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'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 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'll have you under some type
Of spell crying "dag boo"
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bougie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Don't call her Wifey if you
Met her at the Freaknik
You don't want her don't waste her time
I'll duke 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 posing naked for real better yet
Get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the
Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck
Let him know how you feel
And while he's running down to
All-Star Weekend to ball
I'm coming with the U-Haul ("Super!")
("Super! Super!")