Superfly:
Hard to imagine a high roller "gangsta" film being a yawner, but this is the one. One can only take a few shots of thugs throwing out (what would be if an accountant actually counted it) 3 or 4 thousand $100 bills, then complaining how they need to "get out".
Drug dealers clad in all white (including cars AND weapons) somehow stay below the radar in Atlanta.
The protagonists hairdo alone would get him noticed by anyone with a brain.
Terribly predictable, including the menage a trois shower scene with the two ladies who love him, her, and more importantly themselves, above all.
3/6 bottles of "Cristal" on the modified RFSRS.