Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Wait, artist - Redman. Album song Dare Iz A Darkside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rush Associated Labels
Song language: English
Can't Wait |
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! |