304's

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh Check it out, check- check, check it out Dedicated to the pimps around the world Uh [Verse 1] I put in work like chores throughout my ghetto tours On the hunt for 304's, I'm out to get yours Leave your bras in your drawers, on the beds and the floors Everytime a nigga shoots, he scores behind closed doors Put the butters with the jelly Never tap that ass if it's smelly or kiss 'em like Mario Ellie I roll like Nelly and if you got the man I ain't gettin' beat down like R. Kelly On some down-low shit 'cause I no choke up I loc' up, your men better break up get broke up I woke up on the wrong side of the bed Fiendin' for change, mics and 304's that give good head And take niggies and the Miggy Either like the Smalls or the Biggie, with me? It's all jiggy Like Ziggy Marley, I know a lot of chumps That be slippin' like the ice follies Over chickens that be hot like Tamales I bet you by Golly, she ain't a angel like Charlie But a dog like the Collie Edo keep it jumpin' like tourettes Cuttin' wack niggas off like I cut a fuckin' cigaretts Like the gray skies, I bring the thunder and the rain I'm able like Kane to maintain Don't let the Plain Jane fool ya She'll be the designated driver and the first one to screw ya [Chorus] It's dedicated to the 304's, it's dedicated to the 304's It's dedicated to the 304's, it's dedicated to all the 304's [Verse 2] I keeps a smirk like the Joker 'cause my game is doper Tryin' to fuck all you 304's goin' in Europa Keep 'em wet like a super-soaker A nigga couldn't get any locer if his name was Ayatollah Khomeini No 304 could ever play me like rice without gravy Get the temptations if you wanna be treated like a lady I love tappin' ass that be used to Mercedes And project girls with at least two babies No time for playin' games, take that ass up to Khaby's I'm in hot pursuit of 304's that be lookin' for the loot And niggas who be buyin' 'em suits and Channel Nine Boots The only boot you kickin' is the ones a nigga hittin' I ain't bullshittin', you a 304, not a chicken Yeah, I pay for your cab To bring your ass to the lab to get staffed And you got to get on It's sixty cent on my dresser for the bus in the mornin' And don't wake me or try to take me If I was a promise, a 304 couldn't break me Or make me, so hate me, why your friends wanna date me? But I don't date, tell me who can I run to to escape? You tricks ain't catchin' me out like Tupac and Tyson On a fake rape 'cause a chick wants papes Plus, I'm makin' records and tapes But I leave 'em for the pickings like grapes [Chorus] It's dedicated to the 304's, it's dedicated to the 304's It's dedicated to the 304's, it's dedicated to all you 304's [Outro] Yeah, yeah, check it out, uh Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? All the 304's around the world All the women took the girls, uh Know what I'm sayin'? Like that To my nigga D-Large, stayin' in charge, uh My nigga Scientifik, Big Rob, pimp 'em, uh, word up To my nigga Al, Nestle Quick, we do it like this For all them tricks in the '96 To my nigga named Joe