| 作词 : Doom The Metal Fing ... | |
| KEEP YA 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...hes like D.B. Cooper | |
| out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit | |
| jus 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 witout it | |
| and can't live with this, handle yo bidness | |
| villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list | |
| one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper | |
| its fun smackin 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 its a S-curl accident | |
| DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent | |
| some say its 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 wit high rollas, 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 foofer | |
| or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" | |
| ya need to make her feel cuter | |
| and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'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 'ere, 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 ya 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 | |
| oh and be a father to ya 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 an 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 U-HAUL!(Super!) | |
| (..Super!) (...Super!) |
| zuo ci : Doom The Metal Fing ... | |
| KEEP YA 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... hes like D. B. Cooper | |
| out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit | |
| jus 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 witout it | |
| and can' t live with this, handle yo bidness | |
| villain' ll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list | |
| one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper | |
| its fun smackin 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 its a Scurl accident | |
| DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent | |
| some say its 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 wit high rollas, 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 foofer | |
| or beat her to a stupor, take it from the " Super!" | |
| ya need to make her feel cuter | |
| and lay down the G like Luther, everythin' 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 ' ere, 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 ya 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 | |
| oh and be a father to ya 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 an 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 UHAUL! Super! | |
| .. Super! ... Super! |
| zuò cí : Doom The Metal Fing ... | |
| KEEP YA 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... hes like D. B. Cooper | |
| out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit | |
| jus 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 witout it | |
| and can' t live with this, handle yo bidness | |
| villain' ll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list | |
| one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper | |
| its fun smackin 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 its a Scurl accident | |
| DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent | |
| some say its 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 wit high rollas, 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 foofer | |
| or beat her to a stupor, take it from the " Super!" | |
| ya need to make her feel cuter | |
| and lay down the G like Luther, everythin' 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 ' ere, 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 ya 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 | |
| oh and be a father to ya 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 an 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 UHAUL! Super! | |
| .. Super! ... Super! |
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