Beeda Weeda - No Hoe (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] E-40 You know, E-4, he don't give a f** about no hoe, or no bro, no h*mo They hating on my mojo, that's why I tote a 4.4. in [?] I'm murking off this Lambi and I'm hoping I don't go though Toto, sick with it, logo on my photo I drive it like a stolo, tonight I got a show though and I'mma finna see some more though If the po-po pull me over they gon' ask me for my photo (photo, photo) ID, L's, yo-yo, cocoa, scale, yell, billy club, chokehold If I need coke I'm gon' get it from my bro though My black chick a 10 and my Latin is an ocho My white b**h just so-so, my Asain is your hoe I'm mobile, I'm global, I'm mogul, I'm local, not loco, but local I'm crazy, I'm 4-0, like [Hook: D-Lo] D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe) D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no hoe, he'll snatch your hoe and take her to the hoe stroll D-Lo, you already know though, he don't give a f** about no n***a or no hoe though D-Lo, he don't give a f** about your hoe, he'll put a b**h up in the trap up in the rain and the snow [Verse 2: D-Lo] I don't care but the weather, but go get your rain coat (go, go, go, go) It might get wet, but the money's still the same though A ripper or your dame, damn the ripper's still the same though She say she got powers, that's what you call a super Pull them bitties out like Janet Jackson at the Super Bowl It's D-Lo, you already know that I was in though I'll mack a chick until she bow-legged or pigeon-toed The black girl, the white girl, the Chinese, the Siamese I need a quarter, I ain't messing with no dime-piece You-b**ba-la-boopty, lil mama got booty The mama's a groupy, but she riding a hoopty Man I'm running through these hookers like Flava Flave But I ain't looking for no love, I'm just trying to get paid You can catch me in the East with my chopper in the hood Like my brother Sleazy-D, I'd break Oprah if I could [Verse 3: Beeda Weeda] Oh yaaa It's young Beeda Weeda, f** 'em, don't feed 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em Might just stuff 'em in the beamer, take 'em to the trap and leave 'em Playing with my money, b**h you might just catch a beating For real though, she already know though Slap a b**h up and give a f** about the po-po Disrespect her daddy and she know that that's a no-no Any type of weather she gone' be out on that hoe stroll [?] in those hoe clothes, mini skirts with [?] Catch them on the 4, by the check cash is stolo, ho though D-Lo, you already know though How we eat at [?] we get a lot of hoe dough All she need is guidance and a little bit of promo Still on Craigslist you a motherf**ing dumbo Sell it to the [?] girl bust them tricks b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h make me rich, b*tch [Hook: D-Lo] D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe) D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no ho, he'll snatch your hoe and tack her to the hoe stroll D-Lo, you already know though, he don't give a f** about no n***a or no hoe though D-Lo, he don't give a f** about your hoe, he'll put a b**h up in the trap up in the rain and the snow [Verse 4: The Jacka] D-Lo, you already know though, he don't give a f** about no n***a or no hoe though Ride around solo, with a Glock 4-0 Come up out the club got your b**h in a chokehold, chokehold If he get bread, make her come out as h*mo Smack you in the head with the a** or the 4-0 (4-0, 4-0, 4-0, 4-0) [?] and my n***a C-Bo, and they go to Mac.com whipping Xeno Fully automatic, every strap came from Reno With the [?], DJ Quest in that [?] ([?]) b*tch, free my n***a T though Negro [?], yeah The Jack on the sequal The dope fiend people, love the boy swag Riding in the drop, ay b**h I got bag, bag [Hook: D-Lo] D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no hoe (no hoe, no hoe, no hoe, no hoe)the D-Lo, he don't give a f** about no ho, he'll snatch your hoe and tack her to the hoe stroll D-Lo, you already know though, he don't give a f** about no n***a or no hoe though D-Lo, he don't give a f** about your hoe, he'll put a b**h up in the trap up in the rain and snow