Chorus
We don't love them hoes
That the Code of the streets
They Don't bring them home
Any day of the week

Mama ain't raise no hoochies (x2)
Why yo wanna move like a groupie

+V1 (0:28-0:57)
True to myself seven days of week. Don't Love These hoes
From they parting they teeth quacking ain't jacking
Many be clapping But I ain't part of that action ew
I don't got time for that See where my mind is at
Local hobby hood tsunami she tripping of the molly
Every body trying to smash No if ands or probables
Yo no se I don't copy Every body got a taste of her plate
They line up in thе lobby Ten four Roger that I don't copy
(She movе sloppy) Got nasty and asked me ("If I eat the booty like groceries I was like no hoe Im kosher Be stop approaching me)

Chorus
We don't love them hoes
That the Code of the streets
They Don't bring them home
Any day of the week
Mama ain't raise no hoochies (x2)
Why yo wanna move like a groupie

+V2 (1:26-
Want a God Fair woman prefer a big booty
Love my minorities can't be a hoochie
Simple and plain Beauty and brains
(Miss Independent what NeYo be saying)
Classy with her can be nasty But ain't never trashy
Sassy American dream Shorty can cook
Shorty can clean You know what mean
On that I be macking No way she be lacking
Second In Command, She knows I be captain
(Opposites attract drawn to her like magnets cause It just a habit )
I gotta have it Good By myself with her I be lavished
Way Above average shoes fits Cinderella So she deserves marriage

We don't love those
Ew

Chorus
We don't love them hoes
That the Code of the streets
They Don't bring them home
Any day of the week
Mama ain't raise no hoochies (x2)
Why yo wanna move like a groupie