NELLY - Red Hot Riplets lyrics

rate me

Got shit 'coz I dare too much

Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much

Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much

Gimme, gimme

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I'm automatical, infatical, radical even

I wanna clear 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, 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 ass, but it might hurt yo ass

To come trippin', find dirty 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 of 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

'Coz 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

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

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

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 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

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, shit 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

I need my money nigga