Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

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


[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]