Redman

(radio crackles as its tuned)
".. possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms.
Highs in the mid 80s, and lows about 75 degrees.
Its 11:30 A.M. on WFDS, +Were From the DarkSide+ radio.
This is Dave RocknReel, as we take a caller.
Caller, youre on the air."
[Roz]
Yeah yeah yeah! This is Roz from Newark.
And I wanna hear that song by Redman, "Cant Wait."
That song the BOMB yo!
"You got it. Comin from the DarkSide radio, this is _Cant Wait_."
[Redman]
Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live
smokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville section
And all my niggaz from the (?) section, word is bond
Somebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherfucker
I dont give a fuck! We gon set it off like this
Jersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, (?)
[Verse One]
Im like RRRAHHH RRRAHHHH, like I had cerebral palsy
My flows bes 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
Its the truth, like vodk one-eighty proof
Dont drop your drawers, Ill fuck through your daisy dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if youre high (hiiigh)
I walk by (byyyy) so eff a drive (byyyy)
I swing a (?) batting average as half as
good as Reggie Jacksons thats why you talk backwards
Enough; chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey
You couldnt beat me if you ran with +21 Jump Street+
Or +90210+, fuck it yo
In the movies Im the nigga puffin buddha in the back row
[Chorus: Repeat 8X]
I cant wait to get it on
[Verse Two]
Im just a smokey boy, Im from the +Land of the Lost+
You cant see me - like Charlie Angels boss; Im often
coolin round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock
My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox
Ask Roger Thomas if Im gettin scopic
I was milk like two tits, now Im butter 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 couldnt feel me in braille, hell
I write my names on walls in smoke spots when Im buyin L
the fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky
Down for a (??) bitch if youre 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
Tonights the night baby, so suck up on these - and its on
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I said I, catch the A-train, to the left
Smoke the choc, I set shit off like Boba Fett
Big up to all my niggaz in the housin projects
Im runnin up in ya continue to split your guts
GRAB THE RAIL, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well
Got Whits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Aknel
Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
Waste niggaz 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 Ill pop the trunk
Ka-KLUNK, now give me a ba-bump, BA-BUMP
Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes
Yall faggots 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, fuck 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 shit!
Now.. if you didnt get it..
Laugh now.. and then figure the shit out when you get home!
[ Cant Wait Lyrics ]