Hoe Cakes

[Intro]

("Su--...")

("Su--...)"

Keep your hoes in check

("Su--...")

("Super!")

[Verse]

I got this girl and she wants me to duke her

I told her I'll 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 yo' business

Villainous stay on a scandalous ho's shit list

"One pack of cookies, please, Mr. Hooper"

It's fun smacking rookies, he is the ("Super!")

Look like a Black Wookiee when he let his beard grow

Weirdo, brown skinned-ed, 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 lot of guys wonder where their stacks went

I call her Thunder-Thighs with the fatty swoll-uh

Only mess with high rollers, do what Daddy told her

No matter the city, she with me to do the thang-thang

Workin' the coochie, hoopty 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 loofah, 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 ragù

Witch'll have you under some type of spell crying, "Dag, boo" –

Her name on your back in a tattoo

Whether a bougie 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 duke 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' 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" ("Super!")

("Super!")

("Su--...")

("Super!")

[Outro Skit]

(DOOM): Has the laser cannon been loaded?

(DOOM Crony): Everything has been prepared as you ordered. But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master?

(DOOM): Through the efforts of a misguided... fool

(J. Jonah Jameson): It's free enterprise! And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business!

(Jameson Employee): But DOOM—

(J. Jonah Jameson): Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island! There's nothing you can do about it!

(Jameson Employee): He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing

(J. Jonah Jameson): Don't I always? Ah, there's DOOM's jet! Right on time

(Peter Parker): Why is it so cold down here?

(Robbie Robertson): Uh–the heat went out in the whole building

(Betty Brant): Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM

(Peter Parker): DOOM? Here in New York?!

(Robbie Robertson): Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine...

(DOOM): Get the president of the United States on the phone

(J. Jonah Jameson): How long is all this gonna take, DOOM?

(DOOM): I would not advise you to repeat that error

(J. Jonah Jameson): Sure... I know what you mean