Can’t Wait (Remix #2 Dirty)

(Verse One)

I'm like RRRAHHH RRRAHHHH, like I had cerebral palsy

My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be

Crack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash

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 vod-ka 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 (hiiigh)

I walk by (byyyy) so eff a drive (dryyyy)

I swing up in it bout an average as 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 Streets

Or 90210, fuck it yo

In 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 often

Coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock

My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox

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 aiyyo 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 funk see twa 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 won ton, funk by the tons, to rumps

PLEASE! My whole crew is makin cheese

Tonight'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 left

Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett

Big up to all my niggas in the housin 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 Ak'nel

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

Ka-KLUNK, now give me a ba-bump, BA-BUMP

Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes

Y'all faggots slept on my Hoffman and Kools

Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow and Cool B

Switchin speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up 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 up 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!