| Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms, highs in the mid-80s
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| and lows about 75 degrees
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| It’s 11:30 AM on WFDS—We're From the Darkside Radio
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| This is Dave Rockin' Reel, as we take a caller
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| Caller, you’re on the air
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| Yeah yeah yeah, and this Roz from Newark and I wanna hear that tune «Can't Wait»
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| by Redman—that tune the bomb, yo!
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| You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio, this is «Can't Wait»
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| Whooooooo! |
| Yo yo yo, comin' to you live
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| Smokin' mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hoodaville section
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| And all my niggas from the Weequahic section, word is bond
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| Somebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherfucker
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| I don’t give a fuck! |
| We gon' set it off like this
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| Jersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, for your mid-outh
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| I’m like rah rah, like I had cerebral palsy
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| My flows be’s wet like all you girls' drawers be
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| Crack the Phills, spread the buddha then the hiddash
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| Roll it up and then ask, «Who chipped in for the ten bag?»
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| Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
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| Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
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| It’s the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof
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| Don’t drop your drawers, I’ll fuck through your daisy dukes (True!)
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| Put your fingers up in the air if you’re high (High)
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| I walk by (by) so eff a drive (by)
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| I swing up in it, batting average is half as
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| Good as Reggie Jackson’s, that’s why you talk backwards
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| And, uh, chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey
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| You couldn’t beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street
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| Or 90 210, fuck it, yo
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| In the movies I’m the nigga puffin' buddha in the back row
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I’m just a smoky boy, I’m from the Land of the Lost
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| You can’t see me, like Charlie Angels' boss, I’m often
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| Coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock 'round the clid-dock
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| My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Lenox
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| Ask Roger Thomas if I’m gettin scopic
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| I was milk like two tits, now I’m butter like Blue Bonnet
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| Now who got the funk? |
| (We got the funk!)
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| Ay ay, ayo well I got the weed! |
| (We got the blunts!)
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| I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in a jam
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| Back in '88, when it was twenties to the gram
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| Brizzail, you couldn’t feel me in Braille, hell
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| I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I’m buyin' L
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| The fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky'
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| Down for a menage e' trois bitch if you’re fly
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| The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade
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| I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'
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| Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton
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| Soup like wonton, funk by the tons, «D-Rums, Please!»
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| My whole crew’s making cheese
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| Tonight’s the night, baby, so suck up on these, and it’s on
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (Check it out, y’all)
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| I can’t wait to get it on
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| (You don’t stop, keep on)
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| I said I, catch the A-train, to the left
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| Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett
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| Big up to all my niggas in the housing projects
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| I’m runnin' up in ya, continue to split your guts
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| Grab the rail, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well
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| Got Whit’s like Pernell, shit’s «The Bomb» like Akinyel'
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| Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
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| Waste niggas like toxic, wet like galoshes
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| Can I handle my biz? |
| (Yes, you can!)
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| I cause chaos, and bring a lot of Def to Jams
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| Yes I can, now act stupid I’ll pop the trunk, cla-clunk
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| Now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump
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| Oh cool, smooth like two «Blue Suede Shoes»
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| Y’all faggots slept on my Huffman and Koos
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| Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow, and Cool B
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| Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie
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| I drop it on the one—fuck the two, three
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| Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf
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| Yo yo, I said, «Switchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie.»
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| Heh, I be sayin' some shit!
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| Now, if you didn’t get it—
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| Laugh now—and then figure the shit out when you get home!
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| Hahahaha! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Wait , by - Redman. Song from the album Dare Iz A Darkside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп