B's & H's-Geto Boys

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 ni**a from the projects I see no logic in niggas' hate when I ride past My .45 sing lullabyes to they tired a** See me, I be a candidate for bustin Don't f**k around unless you ready for the repercussions Baby blushing, she drives a Benz, but I handle em all Sophisticated as f**k, and she ain't wearin no drawers 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 ni**a hollerin at her ridin a drop Out her car to my passenger side the b**ch 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 b**ch, 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 to em open, no question and one reason That diamonds be a girl's best friends, so I treat them Like b**ches These b**ches 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 f**kin in a bubble Benz With her hair in the wind, sittin up from the rim Gettin 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 f**kin 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 we-know, we meet back in Rio My b**ch and my ho, my half-black Philipino You know Come on