No Hoe (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: E-40]
E-40 (40)

[Verse 1: E-40]
You know (You know), E-4 (E-4)
He don't give a f*ck about no ho (No ho), or no bro (No bro), no homo
They hatin' on my mojo (Mojo)
That's why I tote a .44 and be bolo (Bolo)
I'm murking off this landie and I'm hoping I don't yodo (Yoyo)
Toto (Toto)
Sick with it, logo on my four-door (Four-door)
I drive it like a stolo (Stolo)
Tonight I got a show though and I'ma finna see some more dough (More dough)
If the po-po pull me over, they gon' ask me for my photo (Photo)
Photo (Photo), photo (Photo)
ID, L's (L's), yo-yo, co-co (Co-co)
Scale (Scale), yell (Yell)
Billy club, chokehold (Chokehold)
If I need bail, I'ma get it from my bro (Bail, bro)
My black chick a ten and my Latin is a ocho (Ten ocho)
My white boo just so-so (So-so)
My Asian is your ho (Your ho)
I'm mobile, I'm global (Global)
I'm mogul, I'm loco (Loco)
Not local, but loco (Loco)
I'm crazy, I'm 4-0 (4-0), like
[Chorus: D-Lo]
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about no ho (No ho)
No ho (No ho), no ho (No ho), no ho (No ho)
D-Lo, he don't give a f*ck about no ho
He'll snatch your ho and take her to the ho stroll (Ho stroll)
D-Lo, you already know though
He don't give a f*ck about no n*gga or no ho though (n*gga or no ho though)
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about your ho
He'll put a b*tch up on the track up in the rain and the snow

[Verse 2: D-Lo]
I don't care 'bout the weather, bye, go get your rain coat (Go, go, go, go)
It might get wet, but the money's still the same though
A ripper on your main thing, 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 (Oh)
It's D-Lo, you already know that I was in though (Oh)
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
Your booba-la-boopy, lil' mama got booty
Lil' mama's a groupie, but she ride in a hoopty
Man, I'm running through these rippers like Flava Flav
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 Sleepy D, I'd break Oprah if I could
[Verse 3: Beeda Weeda]
Oh, yup (Yup), it's young Beeda Weeda
f*ck 'em, don't feed 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I just stuff 'em in the Bimmer, take 'em to the track and leave 'em
Playing with my money, b*tch, you might just catch a beatin'
For real though, she already know though
Slap a b*tch up and give a f*ck about the po-po
Disrespect her daddy and she know that that's a no-no
Any type of weather, she gon' be out on that ho stroll
Posted in them ho clothes, mini skirts with no lows
Catch 'em on the four by the check cashin' store though
Hold on, D-Lo, you already know though
How we eat at PTB? We get a lot of ho dough
All she need is guidance and a little bit of promo
Still on Craigslist, you's a motherf*cking dumbo
Sell it to the world, girl, bust them tricks
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, make me rich, b*tch

[Chorus: D-Lo]
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about no ho (No ho)
No ho (No ho), no ho (No ho), no ho (No ho)
D-Lo, he don't give a f*ck about no ho
He'll snatch your ho and take her to the ho stroll (Ho stroll)
D-Lo, you already know though
He don't give a f*ck about no n*gga or no ho though (n*gga or no ho though)
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about your ho
He'll put a b*tch up on the track up in the rain and the snow
[Verse 4: The Jacka]
D-Lo, you already know though
He don't give a f*ck about a n*gga or a ho though
Ride around solo with a Glock 4-0
Came up out the club, got your b*tch up in a chokehold, chokehold
If you got bread, make you come and [?] your dough
Smack you in the head with the ass of the 4-0, 4-0, 4-0, 4-0, 4-0
Leepo and my n*gga C-Bo
On that [?][3:10] with benzino
Fully automatic, every strap came from Reno
With the Al Pacino, DJ Quest and that nito
Nito, nito, nito, nito, b*tch
Free my n*gga T though
Negro bandito, yeah The Jack on the sequel
The dope fiend people love the boy swag
Riding in the drop, ayy, b*tch, I got bag, bag

[Chorus: D-Lo]
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about no ho (No ho)
No ho (No ho), no ho (No ho), no ho (No ho)
D-Lo, he don't give a f*ck about no ho
He'll snatch your ho and take her to the ho stroll (Ho stroll)
D-Lo, you already know though
He don't give a f*ck about no n*gga or no ho though (n*gga or no ho though)
D-Lo (D-Lo), he don't give a f*ck about your ho
He'll put a b*tch up on the track up in the rain and the snow