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edo. g - 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 n+gga shoots, he scores behind closed doors
put the b+tters 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 sh+t ’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 n+ggies 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 n+ggas off like i cut a f+ckin’ 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 f+ck all you 304’s goin’ in europa
keep ’em wet like a super+soaker
a n+gga 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 n+ggas who be buyin’ ’em suits and channel nine boots
the only boot you kickin’ is the ones a n+gga hittin’
i ain’t bullsh+ttin’, 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 n+gga d+large, stayin’ in charge, uh
my n+gga scientifik, big rob, pimp ’em, uh, word up
to my n+gga al, nestle quick, we do it like this
for all them tricks in the ’96
to my n+gga named joe

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