Redman - Can't Wait lyrics

[radio crackles as it's tuned] ".. possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms. Highs in the mid 80's, and lows about 75 degrees. It's 11:30 A.M. on WFDS, "We're From the DarkSide" radio. This is Dave Rock'n'Reel, as we take a caller. Caller, you're on the air." [Roz] Yeah yeah yeah! This is Roz from Newark. And I wanna hear that song by Redman, "Can't Wait." That song the BOMB yo! "You got it. Comin from the DarkSide radio, this is Can't Wait." [Redman] Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live smokin mad Phillies with my n***az from the Hooterville section And all my n***az from the [?] section, word is bond Somebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherf**er I don't give a f**! We gon' set it off like this Jersey in the f**in hid-ouse, [?] [Verse One] I'm like RRRAHHH RRRAHHHH, like I had cerebral palsy My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be Crack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag? Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof Don't drop your drawers, I'll f** through your daisy dukes (true!) Put your fingers up in the air if you're high (hiiigh) I walk by (byyyy) so eff a drive (byyyy) I swing a [?] batting average as half as good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards Enough; chumps be on some Bogart sh** like Humphrey You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street Or 90210, f** it yo In the movies I'm the n***a puffin buddha in the back row [Chorus: x8] I can't wait to get it on [Verse Two] I'm just a smokey boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost You can't see me - like Charlie Angels' boss; I'm often coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock My glid-dock co*ked, from here to 16th and Len-nox Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic I was milk like two tits, now I'm bu*ter like Blue Bonnet Now who got the funk? (We got the funk!) Ay ay aiyyo well I got the weed! (We got the blunts!) I never sniffed; I used to puff woolies in a jam Back in eighty-eight, when it was twenties to the gram Bizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin L the fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky' Down for a [?] b**h if you're fly The Funkadelic, been rockin mics since the fourth grade I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg' Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton Soup like won ton, funk by the tons, to rumps PLEASE! My whole crew is makin cheese Tonight's the night baby, so s** up on these - and it's on [Chorus] [Verse Three] I said I, catch the A-train, to the left Smoke the choc', I set sh** off like Boba Fett Big up to all my n***az in the housin projects I'm runnin up in ya continue to split your guts GRAB THE RAIL, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well Got Whit's like Pernell, sh**'s the bomb like Ak'nel Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness Waste n***az like toxic, wet like galoshes Can I handle my biz? (Yes you can!) I cause Chaos, and bring a lot of Def to Jams Yes I can; now act stupid I'll pop the trunk Ka-KLUNK, now give me a ba-bump, BA-BUMP Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes Y'all f*ggots slept on my Hoffman [?] and Kools Word to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool B Switchin speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movie I drop it on the one, f** the two-three Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf Yo yo, I said.. Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movie Heh, I be sayin some sh**! Now.. if you didn't get it.. Laugh now.. and then figure the sh** out when you get home!