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Bitches Ho's Lyrics - Singles - Geto Boys

[ verse 1: 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 

 

[ verse 2: 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 to em open, no question and one reason 

That diamonds be a girl's best friends, so I treat them 

Like bitches 

 

[ verse 3: 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 ? ? ? ? , 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 we-know, we meet back in rio 

My bitch and my ho, my half-black philipino 

You know 

Come on