Paroles Red hot riplets (feat. st. lunatics) Murphy Lee

Red hot riplets (feat. st. lunatics)

Yea
Nice cold glass
With a nice bottle of OVL
And you better be feelin my shit man
Now now
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme got shit
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme got shit
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme
(Nelly)
I'm automatical emphatical radical
Even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in
I'm leavin nothin to the imagination
I wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stations
Facin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
I like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easy
Believe me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or last
It won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo ass
They gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stash
The perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would run
Laughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was done
I'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a bitch
I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be rich
Makin daughters and my daughters in no particular order
I leave em layin up out the water with straps to protect their borders
(Chorus)
I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?)
Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man)
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all
I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?)
Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man)
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all
Baby girl, you sweeter then Kool-Aid, the red flavor
Ooh thats my favorite
Yea I know my game is major
She gave me her card, she said I can page her
I was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favor
I call her now
Invite myself, awake the neighbors, be loud
Swoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!)
Without the cape without the tights
Her baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mine
No beast rims no dual pipes
Of course that, I loved her apple bottom short set
She got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?)
Small brat
And used to cast with short stacks
If she asked me for somethin
Drop her off where the porch at
I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
Beat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlin
See seen my glisten she started to trip
Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips
-Chorus-
(Murphy Lee)
Listen
I want some moonshine nigga
I'm in Cali and Cancun
No goin out I like to stay in my damn room (Daaamn!)
She got a donkey oh this must be a damn zoo (Ooooooh!)
Look at the monkey oh she must be a baboon
Please don't feed me momma I'm like an animal
Especially after twelve can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I said when you walked by
My ganka wit is on but its high 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 on my lone
Plus I felt something now 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 we 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
-Chorus-
Yo yo
The mother fuckers just too damn hot
Nigga like we buyin a window
Cost a good line and even get shot to find a Endo
Bein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippets
And you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrific
I need some Kool-Aid
Shit I got to get it win it
Put my spoon up in ya bitch and see if ya fit up in it (Damn)
Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our record
Told the groupie connection
Got them womens all will get naked
So the Lunatics
Told her how I reflect it
Let me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect it
And you're red hot but not to say your head not
It's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rock
Give it to you never bellin ya
Handle bizness I'm tellin ya
If you ever need me again
I be through then I'ma see ya girl
And I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid