[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