Why You Peepin Me Lyrics - The Chick Magnet - 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 

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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 

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 

Photos 

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