B's & H's

[Willie D:]
No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin love from the masses
Women admirin' my baldhead and glasses
They makin' passes, I see they asses, I'm gettin' flirty
I got that liquor in my system, plus I'm wild and dirty
In my pockets is tickets for the Rockets
Million dollar nigga from the projects
I see no logic in niggas' hate when I ride past
My .45 sing lullabyes to they tired ass
See me, I be a candidate for bustin'
Don't fuck around unless you ready for the repercussions
Baby blushing, she drives a Benz, but I handle 'em all
Sophisticated as fuck, and she ain't wearin' no drawers

[Scarface:]
I met the broad in the parking lot, riding a 'Stang
Pulled her way up to her parking spot, the escalade
She hesitated for a minute, then she finally stopped
When she seen a nigga hollerin' at her ridin' a drop
Out her car to my passenger side the bitch came
Say she in a hurry this time, but no thang
Here's the pager number, I can call at night
Rarely ever beeped a bitch, but this broad was tight
Better yet got the cellular number, she seemed changed
Diamonds 'bout the size of a dime, and these thangs
Tend to 'em open, no question and one reason
That diamonds be a girl's best friends, so I treat them
Like bitches

[Tela:]
These bitches I be doin' in, hoes I be screwin', and
If she talk about her friends, then I probably flew 'em in
What's a man troublin', like fuckin' in a bubble Benz
With her hair in the wind, sittin' up from the rim
Gettin' down, plenty room, it was in the month of June
I was on promotional, she was into trickin' dudes
I'm no dude, or no guy, but I can fuckin' get you high
I won't tell you any lie, I don't play with any mind
She know about the L-O-T and how we roll
She know about the L-O-T and say we all cold
We can keep this on the know, we meet back in Rio
My bitch and my ho, my half-black Philipino
You know
Come on