*featuring Nelly, Ali, Kyjuan
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[Verse 1: Nelly]
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
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I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
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I wanna clearr all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
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I'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination
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I won't stop on my Emanicipation Proclamation
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Through the radio stations
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Facin' me, aint that hard but it aint that easy
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Like I don't know when to play hard and when to play easy
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Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
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I'm lappin' errybody can't tell if I'm first or last
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It won't hurt ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass
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To come trippin', find derrty got the perfect stash
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The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run
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Laughin' at them niggaz who thought derrty was done
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I'm a, son a g, I'm not a son of bitch
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I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon be rich
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Daughters and my daughters in no particular order
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I leave em layin up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up
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Cuz I call it
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[Hook: Ali & (Nelly) - x2]
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I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
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Wit my red hot riplets
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(Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
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You all that and a bag of chips
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And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
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That's all
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[Verse 2: Kyjuan]
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Baby girl you sweeter than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
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"Ooh that's my favorite", yeah I know my game is major
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She gave me her card, she said I can page her
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I was gon wait a couple of days but I did her a favor
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Call her now, invite myself awake the neighbors
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Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a caped crusader
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Without the cape, without the tights
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Her baby daddy was the type to have a truck like mine
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No beach rims, no door pipes
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Of course that, I love her apple bottom short set
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She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a cigarette
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Small brat, aint used to cats wit short stacks
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If you ask me for summin, drop her off where the porch at
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I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
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Beat steady, beatin' Tweeter steady whistlin'
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She's seen my glisten, started to trip
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Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips
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[Hook: Ali & (Nelly) - x2]
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I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
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Wit my red hot riplets
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(Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
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You all that and a bag of chips
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And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
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That's all
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[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
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Look, I want some mushu whether I'm in Cali or Cancun
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No goin' out, I like to stay in my damn room
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(Damn!) She got a donkey-o, this must be a damn zoo
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(Ooh!) Look at the monkey yo, she must be a baboon!
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Please don't feed me mama I'm like an animal
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Especially after 12, can you handle my stamina?
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You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
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My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
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Now ought I, take you home but am I wrong
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I'm a kid ma, you know I don't wanna be Home Alone
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Plus I felt summin therre when we was dancin' on that song
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I like togetherness, can we all get along?
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Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn'
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And make decisions when wake up and yawn
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Come on, you can tell me if you like it or not
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Cuz I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot
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[Hook: Ali & (Nelly) - x2]
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I need some Kool-Aid (Whaa?)
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Wit my red hot riplets
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(Tell em what ya-tell em what mean man)
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You all that and a bag of chips
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And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
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That's all
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[Verse 4: Ali]
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Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot
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Nigga like the pie in the window
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Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the indo
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Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' passin' out snippets
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Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin lookin' terrific
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I need some Kool-Aid, shiit I got to get it wit it
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Put my spoon up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
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(And) smoke for a second (And) told her I'll wreck it
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Told her groupie connection, got in the room and told her get naked
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Told the Lunatics, told her how I reflect it
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Lemme show you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it
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And ya red hot, butt and now ya say ya hearin' not
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It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock
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I give it to ya never failin ya, handlin' business I'm tellin' ya
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You ever need me again I'ma be through in on my ce |