Murphy Lee [Rap]

u make a brotha wanna faint (daaaaaaaaamn)
or put u on a plate sock u up wit a muthaf**kin biscuit
man it was a house party
ayo i probly sound corny
i got oatmeal hormones ma instantly horny
i mean...the way u carry yaself
i mean..if i was u i'd probly marry myself
i mean ya eyes did i say ya ass i mean ya eyes
face bangin haven't even got to ya thighs
i mean the walk to walk is like the matrix
i can set a drink on that ass if i had nowhere to place it face it
how could anybody dislike u
these otha girls r coo but not quite like u
i mean... ayo i focus on my past a lot but relationships like twista gotta hold ya spot
i mean... and u kno that my time is skimpy
if im the only one in ya heart then its probly empty girrrrrrl

Zee(Hook)
ooooooooohh murphy murphy lee
ooooooooohh things ain't wut they used to be noooooo
but ever since u hit tha road ive been spittin this relationship and im so in luv it makes me sick
ooooooooohh murphy murphy leeeee
ooooooooohh things ain't wut they used to be noooooo
i can't spend this time alone
i teel ya without u
u make me stroooooooooooonger

ya too fly to ba askin a guy why
all my life luv kept on passin me by
u can't change a woman by diamond chainin her
chains don't make change mathematically train her
its a 2 way thing got scott tell the motorola
wit high chairs and baby strollers
i be the sun u be the moon let the kidz be the stars


i kno who u is u kno who u r
and wen the door close u kno i ain't goin that far
u got keys to erry house keys to erry car
and hell yea i need luv to like LL
i must be on neptune 'cause luvs pharell but still
ya not fa much so girl it ain't no rushin
but respect how its always mo talkin then touchin
seein u no frontin
is way better then nuthin
and it means sum to me so if u want it speak on it girrl

Zee(hook)

ur a housewife
the type a girl that always no wut time it is the tick tock type
keep ya own shoes tied
push ya own ride
quick to giv me money wen my bills too high
i need top notch sex
wash dishes and sweep mop topless
never giv me stress luv wen i god bless
makin luv to the mind boo can be a mental mess
and u don't like me like shaft but im ya luva mon
on the otha hond can't stand u wit a nutha mon
i went from timberlands tuxedos comabuns
i gotta fast pase girl i dont wanna run
i can't help it i ain't ready
but u c havin a steady girl is a different world like freddy
luv is deadly in the shower singin medlies
i'll make it up if ya let me girrrl

Zee (hook)

[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[Nelly] (P. Diddy)
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

[P. Diddy]
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

[Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy)
Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
A thug is we then it's only two G
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

{*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*}

[Chorus]
[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

[Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly)
Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly)
Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

[Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

I was trying to claim games, I was barely writing rhymes
I was 7 to 8, a little nigga with his head straight
Never got to school early, always went to bed late
Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do
It's just so he happen to rap, "Man you think you cool?"
Ali was my motivator, rapper slash educator
Kept these boys dedicated mama like we better had made it
Cuz my first name's paid, my last name bills
Even though I got a record deal I paid bills still
And erreybody changed to sell us
I wish the fans would understand to except us and just us (?)
I know we blush, on a well-equipped bus
And money we got enough, at least enough to not fuss
We still got stress like you
So in other words little dirty we just like you
ya know!


They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his game up cuz the fame stuck
But it's the same ol' Murphy
Might have switched his friends up since he done been up
Cuz it's the same ol' dirty
Might have switched his rims up on his benz
But he's the same ol'.. Murphy






I know you ain't acting front-y (?)
My fans are like the police they be asking for me
Ask them do they know me they probably say who cares
Tell 'em I'm with Nelly they getta coming in pairs
The fame thing is the same thing as the devil
People who see you never put on you on a hell of a level
I once wore scuffed up Air Force 2's
And this girl said, "That ain't Murphy Lee look at his shoes!"
See these kids are so smart recognize you from head start
They be like "I know that ain't you up in Wal-Mart"
Can't a brother buy his own draws I'm not a star
I'm a grown ass boy I'm not staying the in car
But people gonna recognize, they know who you are
Well if they see me today, they gon' be cool tomorrow
Cuz I'm a be at Circuit City buying DVD's
And hungry eating fries at your local Mickey D's




Yo, yo, I'm still the same dirty, dirty I still make mistakes
I know my birthday was the only day a dirty saw a cake
I'm humble like an African King I appreciate things
Let me refer you on what's happening then
In 93, had an idea we really believed in
94, 95 we began critiquing
In 96, I think we signed some bullshit
97, yo we had the number one hit
98, had to vacate to get our shit straight
Signed with Cool-to-love to get rid of one of the headaches
In 9-9, it's when them boys got signed
and if Nelly don't sell a record then it all goes down
0-0 thru 0-1 we weren't below no one
and no one could ever take from or want more done
0-2, Lunatics sold damn near 2
So in 0-3, we gon see what Murphy Lee gon do

[Intro/Chorus]
Yo, turn the club 'to a jungle gym
Matter fact girl get all under him
If you know any freaks act like one of them
Get crunk again, have fun again, dirty
Err'body leave ya guns in the cars
And err'body run right to the bar
Get ya something staright or the bubbly
We ain't Bubba but it's finna get ugly

[Verse: King Jacob]
Yo, Vokal is so extreme
Strut up in the club wit the rest of the team
Thinking 'bout my dubs the compress is so mean
Got on blue and gray today, so fresh, so clean
Had to hide my eyes from the Disco beam
Just enough sight to find a Disco Queen
Just enough light to fire up this mo heat
Got just enough ice to not be low key
Look, I'm King Jacob you ain't gotta know me
But ya, you so real so you gotta know me
Addictive type and my baby moma OD
Descriptive writing made a million dollars for me
I'm just a Young Dude, young and doing young
Pursuing like them one dudes from St. Louis
Murph, come on dirty, where P, let's represent the turf (Youth City)
If you change in the game represent what we worth

[Chorus]

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Hey yo I'm Murphy Lee the trouble maker
I'm in the club with my house shoes on
Don't like being in the house too long
Having dreams about buying the bar out
I don't own a dog so sometimes I got to let my cars out
Hit the lawn on my humble abode
My car dusty but it rassle the road
See I used to have "freetime"
Now my life like a "Nextel" and it's not "free OP" time
I'm three times, four minutes away
Peace to printed shirts for the LA in the ashtray
I ain't been in this car for a month
So I think I'm a call this a throwback blunt
Hit the corner bumping Old School, ready to drink
Cause my stomach full of Barbeque Tofu
I knew two people at the door
So I EIP, parked it and ordered some more

[Chorus]

[Verse: The Professor]
Hey wait, hey hey, hold up, is it my turn yet?
I been waiting the many let me introduce you to 'prentice
Plot - me in the club and it's 3 AM
With Murph and Jake so drunk I had to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one
High as can be, back on the scene, what do I see?
Dance flo' hiding her plan, they taking off things
Daisy Duke shorts unzipped with the thong inbetween
Girl, you got the fattest ass I ever seen
I give you, what you need dick, weed, but you gotta be clean
A fat ass ain't err'thing except if burning up slings
King I stumbled in to him, he still wanna drink
A thick chick took him away and gave gim head on the scene
Blinking, looked over my shoulder and tried to spot Murph
Spotted three dimes that swooped him up, Menage time

[Chorus]

"Gods Don't Chill"

(Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor)
(ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you
(KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do
(TP) I just wanna take a break
(KJ) No stress
(TP) No play
(ML) I just wanna lay and
(KJ) Chill at the crib all day..
(ML) Naw naw naw naw
(TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch
(ML) Get up!
(TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out
(ML) Get the f**k out!
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
(KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day

(Verse 1: The Professor)
We chiefin' laid back, loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade
Me, Murph we take a pair we at it again
Well ok, you should have nuttin' to say
We guarantee it gon be another hit man, ok?
For your reference, I been inside the house since 6
Bakin' up bars of rap, chiefin' & munchin' on chips
Now should I go dip? debate what style and color to get
We go out, we don't go out, this strickly parkin' lot pimpin'
That there sounds like a nice game plan
Nice thangs wit thick frames, no need to think twice man
Pick up some bud, pick up my boys, wipe off my dubs
Hittin' on chickens and buckets, so what they rollin' on hubs
I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn
So what if they foreign? Prince don't discriminate not 1
(Outrageously, my baby mama pagin' me
I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see)

(Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor)
(ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you
(KJ) Derrty I aint got nuttin' to do
(TP) I just wanna take a break
(KJ) No stress
(TP) No play
(ML) I just wanna lay and
(KJ) Chill at the crib all day..
(ML) Naw naw naw naw
(TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch
(ML) Get up!
(TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out
(ML) Get the f**k out!
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
(KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day

(Verse 2: King Jacob)
Now, usually I get my way
Hit my hay, yeah sip my drank
Call up a chick to come strip if I say
Let the phong just ring while I pick my place
Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' errybody ass
And it's a fact, Green Bay sendin' em Packin'
Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin'
F**k this for real y'all, I need some action


Aw man, Murph don't wanna drive the Benz
But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends
I just wanna go back outside again
Get high again, sippin' Heineken's
Grab my 22 inch wired rims
Hit the street, got bitches pilin' in
Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin'
Jacob up, f**k this game I'm retirin'

(Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor)
(ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you
(KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do
(TP) I just wanna take a break
(KJ) No stress
(TP) No play
(ML) I just wanna lay and
(KJ) Chill at the crib all day..
(ML) Naw naw naw naw
(TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch
(ML) Get up!
(TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out
(ML) Get the f**k out!
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
(KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day

(Verse 3: Murphy Lee)
(phone rings) St. Louis
(Murphy Lee, what size drawers ya need?)
A 36-38 cause 40 be too big
And hurry up so I can get out the crib
(Babysit!)
I love my nieces and nephews but I aint got no kids!
And shiit, hurry up before the bank close
(Boy you aint goin' to no bank, you prolly gonna see sum hoes)
Ahhh, I guess my sista know a brotha
I'm a nasty muthasucka 'cause I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butta
Cua there aint nuttin' like booty in the daytime
Look at it wiggle, sunshinin' on the waistline
And matter fact f**k the whole nine
The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown
I had to get my ass outta the bed (ah get up!)
Aint nuttin' like a lil' last minute head (ah you right)
Plus I see this girl like twice a week
And my granny made macaroni-n-cheese
So I'm out..

(Hook: Murphy Lee, King Jacob & The Professor)
(ML) Noow just to prove I aint different from you
(KJ) Derrty I aint nuttin' to do
(TP) I just wanna take a break
(KJ) No stress
(TP) No play
(ML) I just wanna lay and
(KJ) Chill at the crib all day..
(ML) Naw naw naw naw
(TP) It's time to get that ass off of the couch
(ML) Get up!
(TP) It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out
(ML) Get the f**k out!
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
(KJ) 'cause we been chillin' at the crib all day

[Nelly]
Uh-huh.. uhh, uhh, uhh, listen
The way your Apple Bottom pokin out got me on a mission
I wanna get you in every kind of position
I don't wanna keep my cool baby, I can't keep my distance
Girl I salute you, I'll be at attention
I'm so into you, I just wanna be your lover
On the floor, in the chair, under covers
When I'm kissin you I can't think about another (think about another)
Girl (think-a, think about another) turn the lights on

[Chorus: Dirty Money]
You're my pride and joy, you're my baby boy
People ask me how I feel, 'bout you
They ask me if I love you (baby, I want your love)
And if I'm crazy 'bout ya (baby, I want your love)
Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of
Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh
Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of
Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh

[Nelly]
See I'ma kiss you, wan' go up to your body, shawty you will never
Scorpio, girl I was built for pleasure
I'll make your body start rainin, I change the weather
Let it fall on me, I don't need no umbrella
I get it - from the back (from the back) from the front (from the front)
On your side lil' mama, now here it come
Heyyyy, I just wanna be your loverrrrrr {yeahhhhhhh}
Now sing it for me girl [echoes]

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Murphy Lee]
Look, uhh, yo, check it, uhh
I'm in a Lex' bubbly talkin to my text buddy
Said I forgot about her thinkin 'bout my next money
Not only that honey, kissin's what I think of
You got the Wi-Fi, what's the code so we can link up
Kitchen flo', kitchen table, fuck the whole sink up
The best sprinkler, your back open like a pick-up
The mess that you're makin we can blame it on the liquor
If that's not enough then you can blame it on Murph' baby

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

Chorus
Thinkin' about you
Where are you?
Cause I need to hear from you now
It's a mystery
Can't help but think
What is happening to you now?
Thinkin' about you
Where are you?
Cause I need to hear from you now
Cause it's a mystery constantly
Thinkin' if you love me
Scooby Dooby Dooby Doo

-Solange-
Where did my baby go?
Boy take that mask off
You used to be all up on me
Now you just trash talk
Split personality
Pullin' 360's
Don't even call me
It's such a mystery
My Scooby Dooby

Chorus

-Solange-
Bring back my baby so
We can be like old days
I cannot take much more of
You and your silly ways
I'm tryna reach you
But I'm not Ms. Cleo
I thought I knew you
You got my so confused
Scooby Dooby Doo

-Murphy Lee-
You know my 7 digits
You know my address Solo
Come and visit
I'm just keepin' it realistic
I'm young so I'mma kick it
From Atlantic to the Pacific
Forget it, I admit it
Now only leave it to me so
Now listen
Meet me in Oklahoma
We take a private Jet
To West Bahamas
Mami wherever you wanna
Just don't trip
We can dip
Just let me make it legit
Permission slip for permission to slip

Chorus

-Murphy Lee-
Come on Solo
You know I aint your average young dude
You know I can go wherever whenever I want to
So if I could stop illusion
Mystery and confusion
Frequent flyer miles
From St.Louis to Houston
I would do it
See most girls be kinda mad
Like Usher I got it bad
So introduce me to Dad
So we can read the sums
Make clothes wit cha moms
T

<i>[Intro: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]</i>
(Bloaww, ha haha
Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy)
Hello
(Hello)
I'm Murphy Lee
(I'm Zee Lee)
And I'm a motherfucking L-U-N-A-T-I-C
(Say what?)
Yo, and I'm here
(Cause I'm here)
Yo, cause I'm here
(Cause I'm here)
Yo, yo, I'm bout to tell you what I like

<i>[Verse 1: Murphy Lee)]</i>
I wit 5 individuals, they say we not original
We all started Underground like Digital
Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable
But lyrical we still sh-sh-shit on you
I got a number two, Nelly got her number too
You call a tip, girl we call it a switch-a-roo
We be at Amoco, d's on that Cantaloupe
Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast
In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time
Probably full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line
And I call myself normal, casual or formal
I still be blank like a carnival
But y'all won't let me be, or see
Cause I'm so D,F that I'm considered a G
I be H-I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's they can't tell

<i>[Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i>
He's a regular guy (I can't lie dirty)
He can't deny (I can't deny neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by
(You see me rollin' in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin' (ah say what?)
Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say what?)
Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)
Party people I'm gonna tell you what he's like
He's a regular guy

<i>[Verse 2: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]</i>
You see I'm young wit information
I don't Play like Station
Cause it took education, dedication and patience
To get a record deal, for reel this ain't no fluke
To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute
Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown
(Look at all these boys grew up in the same town
Come from the same moms and owe dues
Aunties and uncles, man they grew up in the same school)
(Yeah..) St. Louis ain't that big
Ayyo we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib
And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank
It's ya home wake up ayyo and baby go to the bank
And I think y'all open up like mail
And if y'all can't tell, Skool Boy normal as hell
So don't let the TVs confuse you
Cause if you didn't knew, now you knew

<i>[Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i>

<i>[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]</i>
Yo I'm just, like, you
I ain't different from those that think I'm different
Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you
I ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby
End up wit no jobby, I guess you got personal problems
The bigger you are they start openin' up ya personal closet
A Ram 150, man still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it
Take advantage dirty, live off ya profits (wow!)
You right, I ain't ya average little' dude
We had the number one song when I was still in school
Shoot, I can say it dude I'm glad that we made it mo
no never being in class, song pop up on the radio
And it's a beautiful thang
To turn street money to legal money, a beautiful change
Yo I gotta use my beautiful brain
And understand when I'm sprinklin' man in my rain

<i>[Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)]</i>

Yea
Nice cold glass
With a nice bottle of OVL
And you better be feelin my shit man
Now now
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme got shit
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme got shit
Cause you beg too much
Gimme gimme

(Nelly)
I'm automatical emphatical radical
Even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in
I'm leavin nothin to the imagination
I wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stations

Facin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
I like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easy
Believe me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or last

It won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo ass
They gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stash
The perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would run
Laughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was done

I'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a bitch
I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be rich
Makin daughters and my daughters in no particular order
I leave em layin up out the water with straps to protect their borders

(Chorus)
I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?)
Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha 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 (Whaaaaaaaat?)
Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha 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 then Kool-Aid, the red flavor
Ooh thats my favorite
Yea I know my game is major
She gave me her card, she said I can page her
I was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favor
I call her now

Invite myself, awake the neighbors, be loud
Swoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!)
Without the cape without the tights
Her baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mine
No beast rims no dual pipes

Of course that, I loved her apple bottom short set
She got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?)
Small brat
And used to cast with short stacks
If she asked me for somethin
Drop her off where the porch at

I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
Beat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlin
See seen my glisten she started to trip
Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips

-Chorus-

(Murphy Lee)
Listen
I want some moonshine nigga
I'm in Cali and Cancun
No goin out I like to stay in my damn room (Daaamn!)

She got a donkey oh this must be a damn zoo (Ooooooh!)
Look at the monkey oh she must be a baboon
Please don't feed me momma I'm like an animal
Especially after twelve can you handle my stamina?

You won't believe the things I said when you walked by
My ganka wit is on but its high 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 on my lone

Plus I felt something now 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 we wake up and yawn
Come on you can tell me if you like it or not
Cause I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my Riplets red hot

-Chorus-

Yo yo
The mother fuckers just too damn hot
Nigga like we buyin a window
Cost a good line and even get shot to find a Endo
Bein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippets
And you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrific

I need some Kool-Aid
Shit I got to get it win it
Put my spoon up in ya bitch and see if ya fit up in it (Damn)
Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our record
Told the groupie connection
Got them womens all will get naked

So the Lunatics
Told her how I reflect it
Let me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect it
And you're red hot but not to say your head not
It's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rock

Give it to you never bellin ya
Handle bizness I'm tellin ya
If you ever need me again
I be through then I'ma see ya girl
And I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid