Can't Wait - Redman

Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms, highs in the mid-80s

and lows about 75 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 «Can't Wait»

by Redman—that tune the bomb, yo!

You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio, this is «Can't Wait»

Whooooooo!

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 hid-ouse, for your mid-outh

I’m like rah rah, like I had cerebral palsy

My flows be’s wet like all you girls' drawers be

Crack the Phills, spread the buddha 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 drawers, I’ll fuck through your daisy dukes (True!)

Put your fingers up in the air if you’re high (High)

I walk by (by) so eff a drive (by)

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

Or 90 210, fuck it, yo

In the movies I’m the nigga puffin' buddha 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

(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 blid-docks, I rock 'round the clid-dock

My glid-dock 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!)

Ay ay, ayo well I got the weed!

(We got the blunts!)

I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in a 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 the Force like Luke Sky'

Down for a menage e' trois bitch 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 wonton, funk by the tons, «D-Rums, Please!»

My whole crew’s making 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

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, shit’s «The Bomb» like Akinyel'

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, cla-clunk

Now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump

Oh cool, smooth like two «Blue Suede Shoes»

Y’all faggots slept on my Huffman and Koos

Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow, and Cool B

Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a 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' a Fuji in a movie.»

Heh, I be sayin' some shit!

Now, if you didn’t get it—

Laugh now—and then figure the shit out when you get home!

Hahahaha!