Subroc - Hoe Cakes 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 D.B. Cooper Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit Just to cool her off she said n***as ain't about sh** 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 sh** 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 skin'ded 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 bourgie 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 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 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