Hoe Cakes

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Keep your hoes in check
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 (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 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 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
 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 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)
 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 will have you under some type of spell crying dag-boo
 Her name on your back in a 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 posing naked for real
 Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
 Find out where he keep the Tek and the blue steel
 Make sure for extra wreck, let him know how you feel
 And while he's runnin' down to all star weekend to ball
 I'm coming with the U-Haul (super)
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 (Super)
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 (Super)
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 Has the laser cannon been loaded?
 Everything has been prepared as you ordered
 But how did you get permission to return to New York, master?
 Through the efforts of a misguided fool
 It's free enterprise
 And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat
 Tell me how to run my business
 But DOOM will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island
 There's nothing you can do about it
 He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing
 Don't I always?
 Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time
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 Why is it so cold down here?
 The heat went out in the whole building
 Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
 DOOM? Here in New York?
 Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
 Get the President of the United States on the phone
 How long's all this gonna take, DOOM?
 I would not advise you to repeat that error
 Sure, I know what you mean
 

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Duration
03:54
Key
1
Tempo
92 BPM

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