don’t be a 304 lyrics – amg

yeah. wh*ssup y’all?
it’s a 304 thing baby
snatchin the hoes and the loot.
smack it up, flip it, fly honey dip it
i never bone alone, i got a nine in chrome
i used to be out of luck, now when i get a b*n*r
it often means v*g*n* miner get to the moaner
i mean really cause it’s silly? b*mps that i broken
i guess you’re gettin dumber? in the summer
i didn’t know a rap song could make your jock that long
where’s your mattress, is it strapped off?
i got a girl, now my d*ck it need a little rest
can’t be a freak, aids killin n*gg*s every week
so when i see the booty on a cutie
got to turn the other cheek
word to the diggidy diggidy d
so now i got d*mn groupie on my snoopy
a year ago, now you’re up in the b*tt
though i didn’t know, that i would know, so many is good hoes
by the look that you chose, you’re undercover pros
praise the lord, bless your soul
in your gap and your tight clothes and your fake gold
i forgot the hair, gettin paid for your derriere
shakin it and bakin it, while a n*gg* steady takin it
for a ride in a benz or a beamer
304 have you seen her? have you seen her?
am, pump with the trunk of funk
won’t luck f*ck for a trunk of stuff
wouldn’t give me the play when i was jay, now i’m g
she got the okay, she seen my cd (b*tch)
callin in my sh*t on the video jukebox
baby, i won’t say maybe, i just say noooooooo
what you want my loot and my ducts, and the dingaling?
now for the deuce, fans wanna know who is who
tres with the b*ss, mo’ go 304 is a groupie
stompin, amg ain’t from compton
better yet bed-stuy, n.y.
some of ladies wanna know why i say b*tch
to get rich or to make a point about a trick
a b*tch is a woman who sucks and f*cks
a dumb n*gg* for his duc’s and bucks
a ho is a girl that’ll do the same
with no shame, and less game
and baby, i don’t want neither
b*tches or hoes, i keep my sh*t in my girbauds
or wrap it up tight in a jimmy hat
for a red bombudd and a hootie mack
l.a., home of the one night stand
like playin cr*ps with your d*ck in your hand, you understand?
so this is for the college and the high school crew
cause y’all be out f*ckin like a zoo
you better quit, before your d*ck goes
f*ckin with the trick hoes, don’t be a 304
h*ll yeah, ya know ya know ya know
yeah my man, aww yeah
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww sh*t
for the ninety-two, peace, to penthouse
and bo$$ is definitely in the motherf*ckin house
yeah. y’all stay tuned
amg for the ninety-three
you know what i mean?
yo, yo tres, cut me out man, i’m gone

/ amg lyrics