Murphy Lee, St. Lunatics - Red Hot Riplets lyrics

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 Emancipation Proclamation
Through the radio stations facin' me
Ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know when to play
Hard and when to play easy believe me
George and Weezie 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 niggas 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 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

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
Ain't 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
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

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
(O oh) 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
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

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