Attention lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Intro]
Attention

[Chorus: E-40]
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
Got to pay me, ho, got to bring me back my dough
Got to pay me, ho (Pay me)
Got to bring me back my dough (Pay-ay-ay me)

[Verse 1: E-40]
I got a million-dollar mouthpiece, she got a million-dollar vaginal
I throw a b*tch in the sky, and break her 'fore she hit the gravel
I'm in the vocal booth going Toby off this Landy
Turn an ugly b*tch to a bad b*tch, put a wig on a chimpanzee
They call me Cinnabon, send a snow bunny just like a check
Chameleon, I'm all of that, I pimp, sell dope, and rap
I'm about my arithmetic, b*tch, and that back talk is prohibited
If you know me, you owe me, I ain't takin' it from her, she givin' it
Her coochie canal is limited, unlimited di*ks in it
I set the b*tch up in her in call, now she's finna do tricks in it
A lotta my n*ggas guerrilla pimps, a lotta my n*ggas nada
A lotta my n*ggas is tennis shoe pimps, a lot of 'em wear their trot
She'll suck a volleyball through a straw, ain't that some sh*t?
She throw a party in her jaw and suck the skin off a di*k
Oh, and it's, uh, one more thing that I forgot to mention
Got to pay me, ho, or pay me no attention
[Chorus: E-40]
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
Got to pay me, ho, got to bring me back my dough
Got to pay me, ho (Pay me)
Got to bring me back my dough (Pay-ay-ay me)

[Verse 2: Dru Down]
You got to pay me or pay me no attention
See, I'm a gouda collector, better respect it, b*tches
Get it, get it, stick wit' it wit' it, a paper chaser
I give a n*gga the business if he a playa hater
Give my hoes some rules, they can't breathe square
Stay off them b*tches like heels, I don't play fair
It's a horse race, and I got them thoroughbreds
Have 'em runnin' the track, bird man, hella bread
Get it? Yeah, I'm eatin' right, hella bread
I get the dough out a ho 'cause she be servin' head
And that ass and the snatch, and bring it back to a pimp
That walk with a limp and get it out her ass
I'm in their head, I'm beatin' their ear drum up
Super good drummer, just ask your mother, I'ma f*ck her
Get it? Yeah, I'm a motherf*cker
I don't wiggle my hips for no chips, I'm a pimp, b*tch
[Chorus: E-40]
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
Got to pay me, ho, got to bring me back my dough
Got to pay me, ho, (Pay me)
Got to bring me back my dough (Pay-ay-ay me)

[Verse 3: Suga Free]
Hey, pimpin' young, that's where Brenda stay
You know the b*tch with the brother with the keloid on his ear
Look like one of those brown leather hearing aids
She here to pay not stay because she's a happy ho
I do this b*tch very good at it, too, try and catch me, though
I knock 'em and shake 'em, I never cop and lock, for what?
That's for n*ggas with GEDs, that play with they life and stuff
And many are called upon but only few of us are chosen
From a playa to a pimp to a Mac to a king coastin'
I never touch 'em because they dates be doin' all that
I know you wanna slap yourself silly sometimes, you dirty rat
My game tight, not so fast, miss
She didn't have time to think and put her down the same night
The game has been good to me because I've been good to the game
Woke up in the morning with nothin', go to sleep with everythang
Mr. Suga Freezy, tellin' you, mayne
I know you couldn't send a signal from a remote control to a TV
[Chorus: E-40]
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
You got to pay me, ho, or pay me no (Attention)
Got to pay me, ho, got to bring me back my dough
Got to pay me, ho, (Pay me)
Got to bring me back my dough (Pay-ay-ay me)

[Outro: James "Stomp Down" Bailey]
Pay my pimpin', b*tch, or pay me no attention
Sexy philly wa niche wit' a c*ck sized sh*tty
Tightly slanted eyes, groovy than the nitty gritty
Stomp Down, E-40, Dru Down, Suga Free
All us on the same motherf*ckin' CD?
That's what you call a pimp analogy Nostradamus
We good, b*tch
Pay me, ho, or pay me no attention
You dig? Like that there
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