Paul Wall - Why You Peepin Me lyrics

[Paul Wall]

I'm a hustler, ladies man of course a playa

My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors

Cause I be running game, everything that I say

To a girl, is all derived from my immaculate nature

When I pronunciate, my articulate game

It appears that I've obtained, more game than I claim

All I ask is for her name, and she ain't never the same

Am I just that cold, or are these other cats lame

My conversation, is top of the line

I'm spitting lyrics, to every last bopper that's fine

It's like I'm rapping to the chick, she wanna stop and rewind

And analyze my wordplay, while I'm dropping a dime

Is it they pheromone, that's attracting my style

Or my luminance exuberant, expensive smile

Either way I'm warmed up, and running game for miles

I keep em on file, I holla in a little while

[Hook]

Why you peeping me, do you like what you see

I bet you never, met a playa like me

You staring at me, wondering just who I be

I'm sure you'd like to know, why a playa like me so thoed

I'm coming at you with game so cold, you just got chose

If you wanna roll, then let's go

[Paul Wall]

Look here, I'ma be real with you

Lil' mama's all up in my picture, want me to stick her with my dill pickle

My supreme, you need physique and superb

My play on words, got em feeding me ordurves

I'm making honey dips, lose they composure

They begging me to come over, so they can get closer

They want closure, from drinking they self sober

Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh

Girls is firing, to get rear ended

By my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid

I come with game sharper, than Gillette Mach 3

One of a kind conversation, you can't out talk me

They want position is this competition, they on a mission

Wishing that they was kissing, on my composition

They got ambition, they dream to manage my extension

But this convention, into intermission

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]

On the real I got a mouthpiece, that'll have em

Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats

It don't take much, everytime my mouse speaks

I notice that the region, around they crouch leaks

I graduated, from the MUSHU Academy

Is that the reason, why these girls boyfriends mad at me

Too much of my sugar, might give em a cavity

And oh no we can't have that, now can we

My premeditated, propaganda

Got em in they birthday suit, like a peeping Tom's dancer

Yeah they sexy, and I know that I'm handsome

But don't ask the question, if you don't want the answer

That means don't ask, if I remember your name

I probably don't, but I bet I might remember your brain

Straight up, I'ma tell it to you simple and plain

I got game, is there any more questions

[Hook - 2x]