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{*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 livesmokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville sectionAnd all my niggaz from the (?) section, word is bondSomebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherfuckerI don't give a fuck! We gon' set it off like thisJersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, (?)[Verse One]I'm like RRRAHHH RRRAHHHH, like I had cerebral palsyMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers beCrack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidashRoll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two texturesPick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extrasIt's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proofDon't drop your drawers, I'll fuck 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 asgood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwardsEnough; chumps be on some Bogart shit like HumphreyYou couldn't beat me if you ran with +21 Jump Street+Or +90210+, fuck it yoIn the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row[Chorus: Repeat 8X]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 oftencoolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dockMy glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-noxAsk Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopicI was milk like two tits, now I'm butter like Blue BonnetNow 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 jamBack in eighty-eight, when it was twenties to the gramBizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hellI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin Lthe fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky'Down for a (??) bitch if you're flyThe Funkadelic, been rockin mics since the fourth gradeI Terminate like X and I +Terminate" like Schwarzeneg'Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju BantonSoup like won ton, funk by the tons, to rumpsPLEASE! My whole crew is makin cheeseTonight's the night baby, so suck up on these - and it's on[Chorus][Verse Three]I said I, catch the A-train, to the leftSmoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba FettBig up to all my niggaz in the housin projectsI'm runnin up in ya continue to split your gutsGRAB THE RAIL, if you get scared of my lines when I rock wellGot Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Ak'nelRickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch NessWaste niggaz like toxic, wet like galoshesCan 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 trunkKa-KLUNK, now give me a ba-bump, BA-BUMPOooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoesY'all faggots slept on my Hoffman(?) and KoolsWord to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool BSwitchin speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movieI drop it on the one, fuck the two-threeFunky like a box of coochies on loose leafYo yo, I said..Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movieHeh, I be sayin some shit!Now.. if you didn't get it..Laugh now.. and then figure the shit out when you get home!more free lyrics