Del The Funky Homosapien - The Wacky World Of Ma** Transit lyrics

Fresh from the meadow with a mellow attitude I was plannin' to persue another quest for the bus I had to go to San Fran, it's something that I can't stand It's beggin' for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss I don't like fussin' so I ask my older cousin Could he maybe find time to give the D-E-L a lift He said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for the day I had to go and sift through pennies in my jeans To many it may seem that the public transportation really isn't keen And I agree with the theory Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35 I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with pride I waited at the bus stop feeling kinda high From a spliff that I smoked I riffed and provoked A liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a joke With a corny punchline And it was only lunchtime The bus should've been here, the driver had much time To get is act together No matter what the weather Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever [SKIT #1] When oh when is the bus gonna come I'm getting sick and tired of the wait When oh when is the bus gonna come Well here comes a pack of about 14 Lookin' real mean with hoodies and jeans And bad attitudes and I wasn't in the mood For no head on collision with the hoods Try to use my transfer but it's no good Would these rough lookin' kids get busy with the youngsta Amongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the city I'm not certain But if I go sit in the back it's curtains Kids wanna ride the back What kinda sh** is that? Nowadays n***as can't wait to hit the back Let me stand in the front with the elderly So those other cats won't raise hell with me [SKIT #2] Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A I should've caught the 46B 'Cause dukes takes the ma** scene and group through the trees And shoots the breeze with the ladies Look at that around the way girl Yeah, I see her (whistle) More crack than a drug dealer A kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen on I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean on My shoulder and try to hold a conversation 'Cause I don't have the patience When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination Question over space and time Wastin' time Word up, I can't take this line of nitwits I'm about to have a fit quick 'Cause this trip here is making me car sick Check out the brother with the loaded .38 Braggin' to his buddies about the money that he makes Sellin' crack viles like pancakes To baseheads just like the one That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix He spent his last 80 cents on fare He raises up and lets me get in his chair Then I sit and take a snooze But I still lose 'Cause I cruise right past my stop Had to get off and walk 15 blocks. . .