Hoe Cakes Song Lyrics
Keep your hoes in check
I got this girl and she wants me to duke herI told her I’d come scoop her around eight, she said (super)That sounds great, shorty girl’s a trooperNo matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)Own his own throne, the boss like King KoopaOn the microphone he flossed the ring (super)Average emcees is like a TV blooperMF DOOM, he’s like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfitJust to cool her off she said niggas ain’t about shitI wonder if she meant it, I doubt itThe way it be in her mouth, she can’t live without itAnd can’t live with this, handle your businessVillain’ll stay on a scandalous ho’s shit listOne pack of cookies please, Mr. HooperIt’s fun smackin rookies, he is the (super)
Look like a black wookie when he let his beard growWeirdo, brown skin’ded always kept his hair lowRumors has it it’s a S-curl accidentDOOM was always known to keep the best girls’ backs bentSome say it’s the eyes, some say the accentA lotta guys wonder where they stacks wentI call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swollaOnly mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city, she with me to do the thang-thangWork in the coochie, hooptie-chitty-chitty-bang-bangSame name on the titty as on the name ringPretty like Baby D off all in the same gang
Keep my eye on her, really don’t trust herBut I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nutAnd the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupaTeach her how to hold it, of course he is the (super)See most cats treat her like fooferOr beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super)You need to make her feel cuterAnd lay down the G like Luther, everything’ll be (super)
Do for her, keep her in a new furSo she look sweet when she go to meet the (super)Got the buddha, get the Grenadiers, twist itPut it in the air, come here, kiss itListen here, scooter, let her try to bag youWhen she’s on the rag never let her fry the RaguWhich will have you under some type of spell crying dag-booHer name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chickDon’t call her wifey if you met her at the freaknickYou don’t want her, don’t waste her time, I’ll dupe herAnd be a father to your child like the (super)
He keep his hoes in checkSends ’em out to get glows from off frozen necksTell ’em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for realBetter yet, get him for the check off the record dealFind out where he keep the Tek and the blue steelMake sure for extra wreck, let him know how you feelAnd while he’s runnin’ down to all star weekend to ballI’m coming with the U-Haul (super)
Has the laser cannon been loaded?Everything has been prepared as you orderedBut how did you get permission to return to New York, master?Through the efforts of a misguided fool
It’s free enterpriseAnd I’m not gonna let some blasted government bureaucratTell me how to run my businessBut DOOM will be my guest on my private estate on Long IslandThere’s nothing you can do about itHe’s dangerous, I just hope you know what you’re doingDon’t I always?Ah, there’s DOOM’s jet, right on time
Why is it so cold down here?The heat went out in the whole buildingWarm enough out there on Long Island with DOOMDOOM? Here in New York?Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine
Get the President of the United States on the phoneHow long’s all this gonna take, DOOM?I would not advise you to repeat that errorSure, I know what you mean
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