Can't Wait

"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms
Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees
It's 11:30 AM on WFDS
We're From the Darkside Radio
This is Dave Rockin' Reel, as we take a caller
Caller, you're on the air"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and this Roz from Newark
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo yo yo, comin' to you live
Smokin' mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hoodaville section
And all my niggas from the Weequahic section, word is bond
Somebody said Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker
I don't give a fuck
We gon' set it off like this
Jersey in the fuckin hidouse, for your midouth

I'm like rah-rah, like I had cerebral palsy
My flows be's wet like all you girls draws be
Crack the Phil's, spread the buddah then the hiddash
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 draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high)
I walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh, chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street (yeah)
Or 90210, fuck it, yo (yeah)
In the movies, I'm the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row

I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (woo) (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)

I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost
You can't see me like Charlie Angels' boss
I'm often coolin' round the bliddocks
I rock 'round the cliddocks
My Gliddock cocked from here to 16th and Lenox
Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic
I was milk like two tits now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet
Now who got the funk? (We got the funk)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yo, well, I got the weed (we got the blunt)
I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in the jam
Back in '88 when it was twenties to the gram
Brizzail, 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 force like Luke Sky
Down for a ménage-a-trois, bitch, if ya fly
The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade
I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'
Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums
Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese
Tonight's the night baby, so suck up on these, and it's on

I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)

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 niggas in the housing projects (woo)
I'm runnin' up in your contingents to split your guts (grab the rail)
If you get scared of my lines when I rock well
Got Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Akinyele
Rickety-rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
Waste niggas 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
Clu-clunk, no give me your ba-bump, ba-bump
Ooh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes
Y'all faggots stepped on my Huffman and Koos
Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow, and Cool B
Switchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie
I drop 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' a Fuji in a movie"
Aha, I be sayin' some shit
Now, if you didn't get it
Laugh now
And then figure the shit out when you get home