Can't Wait - Extended Version

"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