B's & H's [Screwed & Chopped] [Version]

[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