[Incomprehensible]   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