Murphy Lee - Red Hot Riplets (feat. St. Lunatics) Lyrics
YeaNice cold glassWith a nice bottle of OVLAnd you better be feelin my shit manNow nowCause you beg too muchGimme gimme got shitCause you beg too muchGimme gimme got shitCause you beg too muchGimme gimme(Nelly)I'm automatical emphatical radicalEvenI wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe inI'm leavin nothin to the imaginationI wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stationsFacin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easyI like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easyBelieve me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fastI'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or lastIt won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo assThey gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stashThe perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would runLaughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was doneI'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a *****I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be richMakin daughters and my daughters in no particular orderI 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 chipsAnd I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's allI 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 chipsAnd I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's allBaby girl, you sweeter then Kool-Aid, the red flavorOoh thats my favoriteYea I know my game is majorShe gave me her card, she said I can page herI was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favorI call her nowInvite myself, awake the neighbors, be loudSwoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!)Without the cape without the tightsHer baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mineNo beast rims no dual pipesOf course that, I loved her apple bottom short setShe got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?)Small bratAnd used to cast with short stacksIf she asked me for somethinDrop her off where the porch atI'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignitionBeat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlinSee seen my glisten she started to tripMurph, she's all that and a bag of chips-Chorus-(Murphy Lee)ListenI want some moonshine niggaI'm in Cali and CancunNo 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 baboonPlease don't feed me momma I'm like an animalEspecially after twelve can you handle my stamina?You won't believe the things I said when you walked byMy ganka wit is on but its high when I talk highNow ought I take you home but am I wrongI'm a kid ma you know I don't wanna be on my lonePlus I felt something now when we was dancin on that songI like togetherness can we all get alongCan we all get in my car and talk about it in the mornAnd make decisions when we wake up and yawnCome on you can tell me if you like it or notCause I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my Riplets red hot-Chorus-Yo yoThe mother *****ers just too damn hotNigga like we buyin a windowCost a good line and even get shot to find a EndoBein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippetsAnd you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrificI need some Kool-AidShit I got to get it win itPut my spoon up in ya ***** and see if ya fit up in it (Damn)Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our recordTold the groupie connectionGot them womens all will get *****So the LunaticsTold her how I reflect itLet me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect itAnd you're red hot but not to say your head notIt's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rockGive it to you never bellin yaHandle bizness I'm tellin yaIf you ever need me againI be through then I'ma see ya girlAnd I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid
