Red Hot Riplets Lyrics by Murphy Lee

Red Hot Riplets Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Nelly]
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
    I wanna clearr all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
    I'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination
    I won't stop on my Emanicipation Proclamation
    Through the radio stations
    Facin' me, aint that hard but it aint that easy
    Like I don't know when to play hard and when to play easy
    Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
    I'm lappin' errybody can't tell if I'm first or last
    It won't hurt ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass
    To come trippin', find derrty got the perfect stash
    The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run
    Laughin' at them niggaz who thought derrty was done
    I'm a, son a g, I'm not a son of bitch
    I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon be rich
    Daughters and my daughters in no particular order
    I leave em layin up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up
    Cuz I call it

    [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2
    I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
    Wit my red hot riplets
    (Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
    You all that and a bag of chips
    And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
    That's all

    [Verse 2: Kyjuan]
    Baby girl you sweeter than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
    "Ooh that's my favorite", yeah I know my game is major
    She gave me her card, she said I can page her
    I was gon wait a couple of days but I did her a favor
    Call her now, invite myself awake the neighbors
    Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a caped crusader
    Without the cape, without the tights
    Her baby daddy was the type to have a truck like mine
    No beach rims, no door pipes
    Of course that, I love her apple bottom short set
    She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a cigarette
    Small brat, aint used to cats wit short stacks
    If you ask me for summin, drop her off where the porch at
    I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
    Beat steady, beatin' Tweeter steady whistlin'
    She's seen my glisten, started to trip
    Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips

    [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2
    I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
    Wit my red hot riplets
    (Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
    You all that and a bag of chips
    And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
    That's all

    [Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
    Look, I want some mushu whether I'm in Cali or Cancun
    No goin' out, I like to stay in my damn room
    (Damn!) She got a donkey-o, this must be a damn zoo
    (Ooh!) Look at the monkey yo, she must be a baboon!
    Please don't feed me mama I'm like an animal
    Especially after 12, can you handle my stamina?
    You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
    My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
    Now ought I, take you home but am I wrong
    I'm a kid ma, you know I don't wanna be Home Alone
    Plus I felt summin therre when we was dancin' on that song
    I like togetherness, can we all get along?
    Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn'
    And make decisions when wake up and yawn
    Come on, you can tell me if you like it or not
    Cuz I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot

    [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2
    I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
    Wit my red hot riplets
    (Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
    You all that and a bag of chips
    And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
    That's all

    [Verse 4: Ali]
    Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot
    Nigga like the pie in the window
    Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the indo
    Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' passin' out snippets
    Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin lookin' terrific
    I need some Kool-Aid, shiit I got to get it wit it
    Put my spoon up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
    (And) smoke for a second (And) told her I'll wreck it
    Told her groupie connection, got in the room and told her get naked
    Told the Lunatics, told her how I reflect it
    Lemme show you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it
    And ya red hot, butt and now ya say ya hearin' not
    It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock
    I give it to ya never failin ya, handlin' business I'm tellin' ya
    You ever need me again I'ma be through in on my celluar
    And I'ma store y'all never on the red hot riplets and Kool-Aid
    (Kool-Aid!)..I need my money nigga..

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