[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..