| I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her
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| I told her I’d come scoop her around 8, she said Super!
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| that sounds great, shorty girl’s a trooper
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| no matter what I need her to do, she be like Super!
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| own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
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| on the microphone he flossed the ring Super!
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| average emcees is like a TV blooper
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| MF DOOM… hes like D.B. |
| Cooper
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| out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit
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| jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain’t about shit
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| I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it the way it be in her mouth, she can’t live witout it and can’t live with this, handle yo bidness
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| villain’ll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list
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| one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper
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| its fun smackin rookies, he is the Super!
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| look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow
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| weirdo, brown skin’ded always kept his hair low
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| rumor has it its a S-curl accident
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| DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
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| some say its the eyes, some say the accent
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| a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went
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| I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla
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| only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her
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| no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang
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| work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang
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| same name on the titty as on the name ring
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| pretty like Baby D off all in the same gang
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| keep my eye on her really don’t trust her
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| but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
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| and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
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| teach her how to hold it, of course he is the Super!
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| see most cats treat her like foofer
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| or beat her to a stupor, take it from the Super!
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| ya need to make her feel cuter
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| and lay down the G like Luther, everythin’ll be Super!
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| do for her, keep her in a new fur
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| so she look sweet when she go to meet the Super!
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| got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
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| when she’s on the rag never let her fry the Ragu
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| which will have you under some type of spell crying dag boo
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| her name on ya back in her tattoo
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| whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick
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| don’t call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick
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| you don’t want her don’t waste her time, I’ll dupe her
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| oh and be a father to ya child like the Super!
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| he keep his hoes in check
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| sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks
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| tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real
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| better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal
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| find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel
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| make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel
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| and while he’s runnin down to all star weekend to ball
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| I’m comin with the U-HAUL!(Super!)
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| (.Super!) (…Super!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoe Cakes , by - MF DOOM. Song from the album MM..FOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп