Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pay Attention, artist - 98s. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pay Attention |
| Rise it up and slam it |
| Two waps in the ride, don’t panic |
| Slap it, whack him, we left him battered |
| Shank swingin', that’s ketchup splattered |
| I’m a savage, I’ll do man bad |
| Straight drop, dinners, no magic |
| Fuck up my cash, I can’t do cats bad |
| I love it when the funds run rapid |
| Bad one wants all of my time |
| Like she don’t know I’m in the t house laggin' |
| White girl bangin', dark one smashin', phone line’s crackin', up it |
| I love the sound when the mash starts slappin' |
| We really do what we say, we ain’t out here for no fashion |
| And I was that little hood rat that was trappin' out block, shit |
| Bottoms tucked into my socks, rammy always cah don’t lie for no opps |
| Nina livin', Ly still ringin', beg a man try put hands on my prof |
| Beg a man try put hands on my guys, the guys will probably have the strip taped |
| off |
| Phone-calls like «What happened over them side? |
| What? |
| Which block» |
| I was probably taggin' up, calculatin' how much pros I’ma make off the bud this |
| month |
| It’s mad how dem man love chat on the net |
| But when they get hit up there’s not much said |
| Talkin' wild or snatched for a fed, way I flex, we ain’t built like them |
| (Wasteman) |
| Pay attention when you slide |
| If it’s opps, lit sky |
| Bring it back, rewind |
| Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide |
| And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam |
| I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag |
| Long clip, call it mag |
| Double-tap, take him out |
| Pay attention when you slide |
| If it’s opps, lit sky |
| Bring it back, rewind |
| Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide |
| And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam |
| I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag |
| Long clip, call it mag |
| Double-tap, take him out |
| Rollin' |
| I’m on the rear with the ting controllin', it’s lookin' for boy dem |
| Many occasion we plan to annoy dem |
| That block’s quiet, bringin' the noise in |
| Send man down south like Croyden |
| Get on the stolen, it’s us they’re avoidin' |
| The bells are golden or green and red, pick your poison |
| Choices get made on sight, not after, ready and roll for the action |
| I give him a ching if he’s askin' for one, I give him some more, |
| say I’m overreacting |
| See them at the junction with a burner, it’s nothin' to clap 'em |
| Somethin' gets slappin', light, camera, action, they run off before it’s |
| flashin' |
| Get done, was it Nine or Holly? |
| Really attempted, tried it properly |
| Lock off the vibe, Tally’s all pissed |
| She’s sayin' the party was poppin' |
| Girls say I sound kind of Cockney |
| Mental so hot that the army’s spottin' |
| Spent an arm and a leg on them arms |
| So him havin' abs really ain’t no problem |
| 98 Gang, pattern up guns and barbies, lock them |
| They got drugs, don’t know how to dock them |
| They got garms, don’t know how to rock them |
| Take the chance, crash out of a foreign |
| Have a hunch that we there, then we doin' 'em horrid |
| Brink a ZK too if the wap moves dodgy |
| Rollin', really tryna catch us a body |
| Pay attention when you slide |
| If it’s opps, lit sky |
| Bring it back, rewind |
| Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide |
| And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam |
| I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag |
| Long clip, call it mag |
| Double-tap, take him out |
| Pay attention when you slide |
| If it’s opps, lit sky |
| Bring it back, rewind |
| Rise at pigs, clap, then go hide |
| And I’m swingin' my arm like I’m Rob Van Dam |
| I’m runnin' man down like we’re doin' up tag |
| Long clip, call it mag |
| Double-tap, take him out |