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[Verse 1: Nelly]
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 [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2 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 [Verse 2: Kyjuan] 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 [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2 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 [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] 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 Cuz I`ma have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot [Hook: Ali & (Nelly)] - x2 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 [Verse 4: Ali] 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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