Can't Wait

[Intro: Redman] Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live Smokin mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hooterville section And all my niggas from the Weak Way 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, with the did-ouse [Verse One] 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 Enough, chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street Or 90210, fuck it yo In the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row [Hook: Repeat 8X] I can't wait to get it on [Verse Two] 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 Lennox 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 woolies in a jam Back in eighty-eight, when it was twenties to the gram Bizzail, 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 [Hook] [Verse Three] 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 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 "Da 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 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 Switching 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 Coogis 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!