Redman Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Can't Wait (clean) Lyrics

Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec 

My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts 

I'm high when I sag my 2 Black Guys 

I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry 

I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps 

My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps 

So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo how you roll a blunt 

Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt 

Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee 

Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B. 

Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon 

Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba 

Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don 

Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number 

Who can get swift with the microphone mist 

Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D 

My funk respect it, cosmic injected 

That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record 

Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants 

It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience 

The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar 

And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all 

There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world 

That got good herb for all you boys and girls 

Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 

Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 

I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks 

Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat 

Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked 

Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals 

and I, set the world on fire 

Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher 

You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee 

The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee 

I spend a knot at all the buddha spots 

From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks 

I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D 

That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at 

You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract 

Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust 

There's a million and one blunt spots in America 

Yeah I'm tellin ya 

Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air 

Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair 

I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms 

Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M 

One of the America's Most Blunted 

Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted 

Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island 

Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin 

I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger 

But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer 

But the weed is good for when you're mackin 

and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened 

I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker 

So check! 

My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras 

Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera 

Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots 

I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*