red hot riplets

, uh, uh, uh, uh, i'm automatical, infatical, radical even, i wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in, i'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination, i want to earn my emancipation 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 you ass, but it might hurt your ass, to come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash, the perfect gat, left in you ass thought i would run, laughin' at them niggas who thought dirty was done, i'm a, son, i'm not a son of bitch, i'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gonna be rich, daughters and my daughters in no particular order, i leave em laying up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up, 'cause i call it, x2:], i need some kool-aid, wit my red hot riplets, 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're 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 gonna 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 with short stacks, if you ask me for some, 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, x2], look, i want some mushu whether i'm in cali or cancun, no goin' out, i like to stay in my damn room, she got a donkey-o, this must be a damn zoo, look at the monkey your, 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 there 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, cause i'm gonna have my kool-aid and my riplets red hot, x2], yo, yo, them motherfuckers 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 you pitcher see if it fit up in it, smoke for a second 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 for sure respect it, and you red hot, butt and now you say you hearin' not, it's the rap fred flintstone, i makin' the bed rock, i give it to you never failing you, handlin' business i'm tellin' you, you ever need me again i'm gonna be through in on my cellular, and i'm gonna store y'all never on the red hot riplets and kool-aid,i need my money nigga.