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Red Hot Riplets - текст песни



Red Hot Riplets


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


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, 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








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


(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 (Texts of songs )


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..



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