Murphy Lee - Red Got Riplets lyrics

[Incomprehensible] Got sh** 'coz I dare too much Gimme, gimme, got sh** 'coz I dare too much Gimme, gimme, got sh** 'coz I dare too much Gimme, gimme Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm automatical, infatical, radical even I wanna clear all the misconceptions and sh** ya believe in I'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination I won't stop on my emanicipation, 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 Weezy couldn't move up this fast I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last It won't hurt ya a**, but it might hurt yo a** To come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, left in ya a** thought I would run Laughin' at them n***az who thought derrty was done I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of b**h 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 'Coz I call it I need some cool-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 I need some cool-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 cool-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 cool-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 I need some cool-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, 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 'Coz I'ma have my cool-Aid and my riplets red hot I need some cool-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 I need some cool-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 muthaf**as just too damn hot n***a like the pie in the window Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the indo Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' pa**in' out snippets Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin' lookin' terrific I need some cool-Aid, sh** 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 bu*t 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 cool-Aid I need my money n***a