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      Hoe Cakes

      Hoe Cakes

      MF Doom

      Album: MM..Food

      MF Doom - Hoe Cakes Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      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

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