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Red Got Riplets Lyrics - Singles - Murphy Lee

[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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group