[{"id":21803889,"name":"Can't Wait (Extended Version)","trackName":"Can't Wait (Extended Version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Redman","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon with thunderstorms, highs in the mid 80s and lows about 75 degrees\nIt's 11:30 am on WFDS, we're from the dark side radio\nThis is Dave Rock and Reel as we take a caller\nCaller you're on the air\nYeah, yeah, yeah, this is Rose from North and I want to hear that song by Redman, can't wait\nThat's on the bomb yo\nYou got it, coming from the dark side radio, this is can't wait\n\nWhooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live\nSmokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville section\nAnd all my niggaz from the Wickway section, word is bond\n\nSomebody said Jamaica queens in this motherfucker\nI don't give a fuck! we gon' set it off like this\nJersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, for your midat\n\nI'm like rraah! rraah! like I had cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash\nRoll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?\nEt cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof\nDon't drop your drawers, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true!)\nPut your fingers up in the air if you're high (high)\nI walk by (by) so eff a drive (drive)\n\nI swing a minute batting average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards\nEnough, chumps be on some bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street\nOr 90210, fuck it yo\nIn the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smokey boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost\nYou can't see me, like Charlie Angels' boss; I'm often\nCoolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock\nMy glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox\nAsk Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic\nI was milk like two tits, now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk? (we got the funk!)\nAy, ay, ayo well I got the weed! (we got the blunts!)\n\nI never sniffed, I used to puff woolies in a jam\nBack in '88, when it was twenties to the gram\nBizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' ale\nThe fly guy with the force like Luke Sky\nDown for a Moksi, bitch if you're fly\n\nThe Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade\nI Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'\nDum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, funk by the tons to rumps\nPlease! My whole crew is makin cheese\nTonight's the night baby, so suck up on these and it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI say, I catch the A-train to the left\nSmoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my niggaz in the housin' projects\nI'm runnin up in ya continue to split your guts\nGrab the rail, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Ak'nel\nRickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness\nWaste niggaz like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? (yes you can!)\n\nI cause chaos, and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk\nKa-klunk, now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump\nOooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggots slept on my hoffman and Kools\nWord to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool B\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movie\nI drop it on the one, fuck the two-three\nFunky like a box of coochies on loose leaf\n\nYo, yo, I said\nSwitchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movie\nHeh, I be sayin some shit!\nNow. if you didn't get it\nLaugh now and then figure the shit out when you get home!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon with thunderstorms, highs in the mid 80s and lows about 75 degrees\n[00:09.99] It's 11:30 am on WFDS, we're from the dark side radio\n[00:14.60] This is Dave Rock and Reel as we take a caller\n[00:17.51] Caller you're on the air\n[00:18.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is Rose from North and I want to hear that song by Redman, can't wait\n[00:23.53] That's on the bomb yo\n[00:25.06] You got it, coming from the dark side radio, this is can't wait\n[00:29.32] Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live\n[00:33.15] Smokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville section\n[00:36.76] And all my niggaz from the Wickway section, word is bond\n[00:40.08] Somebody said Jamaica queens in this motherfucker\n[00:43.37] I don't give a fuck! we gon' set it off like this\n[00:46.57] Jersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, for your midat\n[00:49.68] I'm like rraah! rraah! like I had cerebral palsy\n[00:52.37] My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n[00:55.43] Crack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash\n[00:57.71] Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?\n[01:00.46] Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n[01:02.84] Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n[01:05.79] It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof\n[01:07.96] Don't drop your drawers, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true!)\n[01:10.89] Put your fingers up in the air if you're high (high)\n[01:13.33] I walk by (by) so eff a drive (drive)\n[01:15.79] I swing a minute batting average as half as\n[01:18.33] Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards\n[01:20.79] Enough, chumps be on some bogart shit like Humphrey\n[01:23.36] You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street\n[01:26.14] Or 90210, fuck it yo\n[01:28.27] In the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row\n[01:30.57] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[01:33.16] I can't wait to get it on\n[01:35.67] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[01:38.26] I can't wait to get it on\n[01:40.75] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[01:43.37] I can't wait to get it on\n[01:45.93] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[01:48.50] I can't wait to get it on\n[01:51.03] I'm just a smokey boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost\n[01:54.06] You can't see me, like Charlie Angels' boss; I'm often\n[01:56.95] Coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock\n[01:59.28] My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox\n[02:01.94] Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic\n[02:04.13] I was milk like two tits, now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n[02:07.05] Now who got the funk? (we got the funk!)\n[02:08.50] Ay, ay, ayo well I got the weed! (we got the blunts!)\n[02:11.88] I never sniffed, I used to puff woolies in a jam\n[02:14.88] Back in '88, when it was twenties to the gram\n[02:17.03] Bizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell\n[02:19.43] I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' ale\n[02:22.63] The fly guy with the force like Luke Sky\n[02:25.12] Down for a Moksi, bitch if you're fly\n[02:27.59] The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade\n[02:29.91] I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'\n[02:32.94] Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton\n[02:35.18] Soup like won ton, funk by the tons to rumps\n[02:38.36] Please! My whole crew is makin cheese\n[02:40.43] Tonight's the night baby, so suck up on these and it's on\n[02:42.32] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[02:44.98] I can't wait to get it on\n[02:47.69] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[02:50.00] I can't wait to get it on\n[02:52.43] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[02:55.26] I can't wait to get it on\n[02:57.67] I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n[03:00.19] I can't wait to get it on\n[03:03.03] I say, I catch the A-train to the left\n[03:06.08] Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett\n[03:08.48] Big up to all my niggaz in the housin' projects\n[03:11.06] I'm runnin up in ya continue to split your guts\n[03:13.43] Grab the rail, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n[03:16.43] Got Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Ak'nel\n[03:19.14] Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness\n[03:21.58] Waste niggaz like toxic, wet like galoshes\n[03:24.25] Can I handle my biz? (yes you can!)\n[03:26.30] I cause chaos, and bring a lot of def to jams\n[03:29.18] Yes I can, now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk\n[03:31.73] Ka-klunk, now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump\n[03:34.26] Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n[03:36.71] Y'all faggots slept on my hoffman and Kools\n[03:39.47] Word to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool B\n[03:42.18] Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movie\n[03:45.21] I drop it on the one, fuck the two-three\n[03:47.38] Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf\n[03:50.31] Yo, yo, I said\n[03:52.76] Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movie\n[03:59.64] Heh, I be sayin some shit!\n[04:02.06] Now. if you didn't get it\n[04:05.87] Laugh now and then figure the shit out when you get home!\n[04:11.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can't Wait (Extended Version)\n artist: Redman\n album: Redman\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon with thunderstorms, highs in the mid 80s and lows about 75 degrees\n start_ms: 3180\n end_ms: 9990\n- text: It's 11:30 am on WFDS, we're from the dark side radio\n start_ms: 9990\n end_ms: 14600\n- text: This is Dave Rock and Reel as we take a caller\n start_ms: 14600\n end_ms: 17510\n- text: Caller you're on the air\n start_ms: 17510\n end_ms: 18560\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is Rose from North and I want to hear that song by Redman, can't wait\n start_ms: 18560\n end_ms: 23530\n- text: That's on the bomb yo\n start_ms: 23530\n end_ms: 25060\n- text: You got it, coming from the dark side radio, this is can't wait\n start_ms: 25060\n end_ms: 29320\n- text: Whooooooo! 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Yo yo yo, comin to you live\n Smokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville section\n And all my niggaz from the Wickway section, word is bond\n\n Somebody said Jamaica queens in this motherfucker\n I don't give a fuck! we gon' set it off like this\n Jersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, for your midat\n\n I'm like rraah! rraah! like I had cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash\n Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?\n Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof\n Don't drop your drawers, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true!)\n Put your fingers up in the air if you're high (high)\n I walk by (by) so eff a drive (drive)\n\n I swing a minute batting average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards\n Enough, chumps be on some bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street\n Or 90210, fuck it yo\n In the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smokey boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost\n You can't see me, like Charlie Angels' boss; I'm often\n Coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock\n My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox\n Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic\n I was milk like two tits, now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk? (we got the funk!)\n Ay, ay, ayo well I got the weed! (we got the blunts!)\n\n I never sniffed, I used to puff woolies in a jam\n Back in '88, when it was twenties to the gram\n Bizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' ale\n The fly guy with the force like Luke Sky\n Down for a Moksi, bitch if you're fly\n\n The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade\n I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'\n Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, funk by the tons to rumps\n Please! My whole crew is makin cheese\n Tonight's the night baby, so suck up on these and it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on (check it out, ya'll)\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I say, I catch the A-train to the left\n Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my niggaz in the housin' projects\n I'm runnin up in ya continue to split your guts\n Grab the rail, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Ak'nel\n Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness\n Waste niggaz like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? (yes you can!)\n\n I cause chaos, and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk\n Ka-klunk, now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump\n Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggots slept on my hoffman and Kools\n Word to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool B\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movie\n I drop it on the one, fuck the two-three\n Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf\n\n Yo, yo, I said\n Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movie\n Heh, I be sayin some shit!\n Now. if you didn't get it\n Laugh now and then figure the shit out when you get home!\n"},{"id":16924271,"name":"13 - Can't Wait - Redman","trackName":"13 - Can't Wait - Redman","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":252.664437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 13 - Can't Wait - Redman\n artist: Redman\n album: Dare Iz A Darkside\n duration_ms: 252664\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... 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Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\nFlip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\nNow, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\nThen I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\nGo Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\nKeith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\nGo back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\nHuh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\nWho can get swift with the microphone mist\nPlus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\nMy funk respect it, cosmic injected\nThat cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\nHit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\nIt's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\nThe funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\nAnd if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\nThere's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\nThat got good herb for all you boys and girls\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nI'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\nHey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\nYo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\nCatch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\nand I, set the world on fire\nGet a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\nYou swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\nThe rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\nI spend a knot at all the buddha spots\nFrom fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\nI set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\nThat's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\nYou can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\nPast that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\nThere's a million and one blunt spots in America\nYeah I'm tellin ya\n\nNow just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\nSmoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\nI rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\nCause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\nOne of the America's Most Blunted\nSmoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\nNinety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\nThen back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\nI showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\nBut it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\nBut the weed is good for when you're mackin\nand girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\nI know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\nSo check!\nMy stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\nLeave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\nProps on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\nI might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.79] Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n[00:23.46] My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n[00:26.14] I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n[00:28.09] I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n[00:31.69] I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n[00:33.43] My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n[00:36.10] So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n[00:38.86] Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n[00:42.49] Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n[00:44.27] Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n[00:46.99] Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n[00:49.64] Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n[00:52.30] Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n[00:55.11] Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n[00:57.89] Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n[01:00.51] Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n[01:03.22] My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n[01:05.90] That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n[01:08.63] Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n[01:11.35] It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n[01:13.10] The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n[01:15.82] And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n[01:29.42] There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n[01:32.15] That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n[01:34.82] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:37.56] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:40.20] I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n[01:43.09] Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n[01:45.75] Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n[01:48.48] Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n[01:51.19] and I, set the world on fire\n[01:52.95] Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n[01:56.54] You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n[01:59.24] The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n[02:01.94] I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n[02:03.74] From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n[02:06.48] I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n[02:10.14] That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n[02:12.81] You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n[02:14.67] Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n[02:18.23] There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n[02:20.92] Yeah I'm tellin ya\n[02:33.54] Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n[02:36.36] Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n[02:39.07] I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n[02:41.79] Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n[02:44.48] One of the America's Most Blunted\n[02:47.12] Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n[02:48.92] Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n[02:51.68] Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n[02:55.28] I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n[02:57.00] But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n[03:00.60] But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n[03:02.46] and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n[03:05.23] I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n[03:09.76] So check!\n[03:10.62] My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n[03:13.35] Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n[03:16.05] Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n[03:18.78] I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n[03:21.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Million and 1 Buddah Spots (LP version)\n artist: Redman\n album: Can't Wait\n duration_ms: 200000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 23460\n- text: My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n start_ms: 23460\n end_ms: 26140\n- text: I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n start_ms: 26140\n end_ms: 28090\n- text: I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n start_ms: 28090\n end_ms: 31690\n- text: I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n start_ms: 31690\n end_ms: 33430\n- text: My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n start_ms: 33430\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: So nigga how you roll a blunt? 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Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\n There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n and I, set the world on fire\n Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n Yeah I'm tellin ya\n\n Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n One of the America's Most Blunted\n Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n So check!\n My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n"},{"id":11509444,"name":"A Million and 1 Buddah Spots (LP version)","trackName":"A Million and 1 Buddah Spots (LP version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Can't Wait","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\nMy brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\nI'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\nI would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\nI smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\nMy smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\nSo nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\nFlip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\nNow, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\nThen I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\nGo Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\nKeith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\nGo back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\nHuh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\nWho can get swift with the microphone mist\nPlus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\nMy funk respect it, cosmic injected\nThat cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\nHit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\nIt's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\nThe funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\nAnd if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\nThere's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\nThat got good herb for all you boys and girls\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nI'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\nHey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\nYo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\nCatch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\nand I, set the world on fire\nGet a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\nYou swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\nThe rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\nI spend a knot at all the buddha spots\nFrom fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\nI set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\nThat's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\nYou can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\nPast that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\nThere's a million and one blunt spots in America\nYeah I'm tellin ya\n\nNow just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\nSmoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\nI rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\nCause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\nOne of the America's Most Blunted\nSmoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\nNinety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\nThen back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\nI showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\nBut it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\nBut the weed is good for when you're mackin\nand girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\nI know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\nSo check!\nMy stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\nLeave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\nProps on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\nI might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.79] Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n[00:23.46] My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n[00:26.14] I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n[00:28.09] I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n[00:31.69] I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n[00:33.43] My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n[00:36.10] So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n[00:38.86] Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n[00:42.49] Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n[00:44.27] Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n[00:46.99] Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n[00:49.64] Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n[00:52.30] Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n[00:55.11] Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n[00:57.89] Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n[01:00.51] Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n[01:03.22] My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n[01:05.90] That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n[01:08.63] Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n[01:11.35] It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n[01:13.10] The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n[01:15.82] And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n[01:29.42] There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n[01:32.15] That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n[01:34.82] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:37.56] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:40.20] I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n[01:43.09] Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n[01:45.75] Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n[01:48.48] Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n[01:51.19] and I, set the world on fire\n[01:52.95] Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n[01:56.54] You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n[01:59.24] The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n[02:01.94] I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n[02:03.74] From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n[02:06.48] I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n[02:10.14] That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n[02:12.81] You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n[02:14.67] Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n[02:18.23] There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n[02:20.92] Yeah I'm tellin ya\n[02:33.54] Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n[02:36.36] Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n[02:39.07] I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n[02:41.79] Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n[02:44.48] One of the America's Most Blunted\n[02:47.12] Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n[02:48.92] Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n[02:51.68] Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n[02:55.28] I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n[02:57.00] But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n[03:00.60] But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n[03:02.46] and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n[03:05.23] I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n[03:09.76] So check!\n[03:10.62] My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n[03:13.35] Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n[03:16.05] Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n[03:18.78] I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n[03:21.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Million and 1 Buddah Spots (LP version)\n artist: Redman\n album: Can't Wait\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 23460\n- text: My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n start_ms: 23460\n end_ms: 26140\n- text: I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n start_ms: 26140\n end_ms: 28090\n- text: I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n start_ms: 28090\n end_ms: 31690\n- text: I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n start_ms: 31690\n end_ms: 33430\n- text: My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n start_ms: 33430\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: So nigga how you roll a blunt? 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*many shouts*\n start_ms: 94820\n end_ms: 97560\n- text: Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n start_ms: 97560\n end_ms: 100200\n- text: I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n start_ms: 100200\n end_ms: 103090\n- text: Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n start_ms: 103090\n end_ms: 105750\n- text: Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n start_ms: 105750\n end_ms: 108480\n- text: Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n start_ms: 108480\n end_ms: 111190\n- text: and I, set the world on fire\n start_ms: 111190\n end_ms: 112950\n- text: Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n start_ms: 112950\n end_ms: 116540\n- text: You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n start_ms: 116540\n end_ms: 119240\n- text: The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n start_ms: 119240\n end_ms: 121940\n- text: I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n start_ms: 121940\n end_ms: 123740\n- text: From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n start_ms: 123740\n end_ms: 126480\n- text: I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n start_ms: 126480\n end_ms: 130140\n- text: That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n start_ms: 130140\n end_ms: 132810\n- text: You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n start_ms: 132810\n end_ms: 134670\n- text: Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n start_ms: 134670\n end_ms: 138230\n- text: There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n start_ms: 138230\n end_ms: 140920\n- text: Yeah I'm tellin ya\n start_ms: 140920\n end_ms: 153540\n- text: Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n start_ms: 153540\n end_ms: 156360\n- text: Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n start_ms: 156360\n end_ms: 159070\n- text: I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n start_ms: 159070\n end_ms: 161790\n- text: Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n start_ms: 161790\n end_ms: 164480\n- text: One of the America's Most Blunted\n start_ms: 164480\n end_ms: 167120\n- text: Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n start_ms: 167120\n end_ms: 168920\n- text: Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n start_ms: 168920\n end_ms: 171680\n- text: Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n start_ms: 171680\n end_ms: 175280\n- text: I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n start_ms: 175280\n end_ms: 177000\n- text: But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n start_ms: 177000\n end_ms: 180600\n- text: But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n start_ms: 180600\n end_ms: 182460\n- text: and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n start_ms: 182460\n end_ms: 185230\n- text: I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n start_ms: 185230\n end_ms: 189760\n- text: So check!\n start_ms: 189760\n end_ms: 190620\n- text: My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n start_ms: 190620\n end_ms: 193350\n- text: Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n start_ms: 193350\n end_ms: 196050\n- text: Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n start_ms: 196050\n end_ms: 198780\n- text: I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n start_ms: 198780\n end_ms: 201470\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 201470\nplain: |-\n Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\n There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n and I, set the world on fire\n Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n Yeah I'm tellin ya\n\n Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n One of the America's Most Blunted\n Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n So check!\n My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n"},{"id":32165162,"name":"A Million And 1 Buddah Spots (LP Version)","trackName":"A Million And 1 Buddah Spots (LP Version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Can't Wait 12\"","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\nMy brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\nI'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\nI would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\nI smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\nMy smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\nSo nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\nFlip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\nNow, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\nThen I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\nGo Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\nKeith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\nGo back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\nHuh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\nWho can get swift with the microphone mist\nPlus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\nMy funk respect it, cosmic injected\nThat cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\nHit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\nIt's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\nThe funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\nAnd if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\nThere's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\nThat got good herb for all you boys and girls\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*\nI'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\nHey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\nYo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\nCatch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\nand I, set the world on fire\nGet a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\nYou swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\nThe rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\nI spend a knot at all the buddha spots\nFrom fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\nI set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\nThat's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\nYou can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\nPast that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\nThere's a million and one blunt spots in America\nYeah I'm tellin ya\n\nNow just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\nSmoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\nI rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\nCause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\nOne of the America's Most Blunted\nSmoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\nNinety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\nThen back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\nI showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\nBut it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\nBut the weed is good for when you're mackin\nand girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\nI know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\nSo check!\nMy stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\nLeave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\nProps on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\nI might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.79] Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n[00:23.46] My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n[00:26.14] I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n[00:28.09] I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n[00:31.69] I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n[00:33.43] My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n[00:36.10] So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n[00:38.86] Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n[00:42.49] Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n[00:44.27] Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n[00:46.99] Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n[00:49.64] Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n[00:52.30] Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n[00:55.11] Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n[00:57.89] Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n[01:00.51] Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n[01:03.22] My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n[01:05.90] That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n[01:08.63] Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n[01:11.35] It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n[01:13.10] The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n[01:15.82] And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n[01:29.42] There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n[01:32.15] That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n[01:34.82] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:37.56] Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n[01:40.20] I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n[01:43.09] Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n[01:45.75] Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n[01:48.48] Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n[01:51.19] and I, set the world on fire\n[01:52.95] Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n[01:56.54] You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n[01:59.24] The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n[02:01.94] I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n[02:03.74] From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n[02:06.48] I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n[02:10.14] That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n[02:12.81] You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n[02:14.67] Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n[02:18.23] There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n[02:20.92] Yeah I'm tellin ya\n[02:33.54] Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n[02:36.36] Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n[02:39.07] I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n[02:41.79] Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n[02:44.48] One of the America's Most Blunted\n[02:47.12] Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n[02:48.92] Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n[02:51.68] Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n[02:55.28] I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n[02:57.00] But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n[03:00.60] But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n[03:02.46] and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n[03:05.23] I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n[03:09.76] So check!\n[03:10.62] My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n[03:13.35] Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n[03:16.05] Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n[03:18.78] I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n[03:21.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Million And 1 Buddah Spots (LP Version)\n artist: Redman\n album: Can't Wait 12\"\n duration_ms: 200000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec\n start_ms: 20790\n end_ms: 23460\n- text: My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts\n start_ms: 23460\n end_ms: 26140\n- text: I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys\n start_ms: 26140\n end_ms: 28090\n- text: I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry\n start_ms: 28090\n end_ms: 31690\n- text: I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps\n start_ms: 31690\n end_ms: 33430\n- text: My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps\n start_ms: 33430\n end_ms: 36100\n- text: So nigga how you roll a blunt? 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Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt\n Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt\n Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee\n Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.\n Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon\n Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba\n Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don\n Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number\n Who can get swift with the microphone mist\n Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D\n My funk respect it, cosmic injected\n That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record\n Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants\n It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience\n The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar\n And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all\n\n There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world\n That got good herb for all you boys and girls\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n Which one do you go to? *many shouts*\n I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks\n Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat\n Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked\n Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals\n and I, set the world on fire\n Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher\n You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee\n The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee\n I spend a knot at all the buddha spots\n From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks\n I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D\n That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at\n You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract\n Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust\n There's a million and one blunt spots in America\n Yeah I'm tellin ya\n\n Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air\n Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair\n I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms\n Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M\n One of the America's Most Blunted\n Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted\n Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island\n Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin\n I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger\n But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer\n But the weed is good for when you're mackin\n and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened\n I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker\n So check!\n My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras\n Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera\n Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots\n I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*\n"},{"id":1291098,"name":"Can't Wait","trackName":"Can't Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz a Darkside","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can't Wait\n artist: Redman\n album: Dare Iz a Darkside\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":32031364,"name":"Cant Wait","trackName":"Cant Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Respect My Fresh v3 (Bootleg) CD2","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cant Wait\n artist: Redman\n album: Respect My Fresh v3 (Bootleg) CD2\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":21196483,"name":"Cant Wait","trackName":"Cant Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"The Wackness (Purple Mixtape)","duration":186.052812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cant Wait\n artist: Redman\n album: The Wackness (Purple Mixtape)\n duration_ms: 186053\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":19915757,"name":"Cant wait","trackName":"Cant wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Where Is Reggie Noble??","duration":154.331429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... 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Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... 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Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":35496702,"name":"Cant Wait","trackName":"Cant Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... 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Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... 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Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... 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Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":39814555,"name":"Can't Wait","trackName":"Can't Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Cut Killa Show 19361 - Part 1 & 2","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can't Wait\n artist: Redman\n album: Cut Killa Show 19361 - Part 1 & 2\n duration_ms: 257133\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":39905105,"name":"Can't Wait","trackName":"Can't Wait","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Ego Trip's Greatest Hip Hop Singles: 1994","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can't Wait\n artist: Redman\n album: 'Ego Trip''s Greatest Hip Hop Singles: 1994'\n duration_ms: 252640\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":6844699,"name":"Can't Wait - Extended Version","trackName":"Can't Wait - Extended Version","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"\"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms\nHighs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees\nIt's 11:30 AM on WFDS\nWe're From the Darkside Radio\nThis is Dave Rockin' Reel, as we take a caller\nCaller, you're on the air\"\n\"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and this Roz from Newark\nAnd I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'\nThat tune the bomb, yo\"\n\"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio\nThis is 'Can't Wait'\"\nWoo, yo yo yo, comin' to you live\nSmokin' mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hoodaville section\nAnd all my niggas from the Weequahic section, word is bond\nSomebody said Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker\nI don't give a fuck\nWe gon' set it off like this\nJersey in the fuckin hidouse, for your midouth\nI'm like rah-rah, like I had cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls draws be\nCrack the Phil's, spread the buddah then the hiddash\nRoll it up and then ask, \"Who chipped in for the ten bag?\"\nEt cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof\nDon't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high (high)\nI walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)\nI swing up in it, batting average is half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards\nAnd, uh, chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street (yeah)\nOr 90210, fuck it, yo (yeah)\nIn the movies, I'm the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (woo) (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angels' boss\nI'm often coolin' round the bliddocks\nI rock 'round the cliddocks\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16th and Lenox\nAsk Roger Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was milk like two tits now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk? (We got the funk)\nAyy, ayy, ayy, yo, well, I got the weed (we got the blunt)\nI never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in the jam\nBack in '88 when it was twenties to the gram\nBrizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke Sky\nDown for a ménage-a-trois, bitch, if ya fly\nThe Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'\nDum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton\nSoup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby, so suck up on these, and it's on\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\nI can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left\nSmoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my niggas in the housing projects (woo)\nI'm runnin' up in your contingents to split your guts (grab the rail)\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety-rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness\nWaste niggas like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes, you can\nI cause chaos and bring a lot of Def to Jams\nYes, I can\nNow act stupid, I'll pop the trunk\nClu-clunk, no give me your ba-bump, ba-bump\nOoh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggots stepped on my Huffman and Koos\nWord to Dan, Tan, Pillow, and Cool B\nSwitchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two, three\nFunky like a box of coochies on loose leaf\nYo, yo, I said, \"Switchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\"\nAha, I be sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now\nAnd then figure the shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] \"Possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms\n[00:05.47] Highs in the mid-eighties and lows about seventy-five degrees\n[00:09.12] It's 11:30 AM on WFDS\n[00:12.18] We're From the Darkside Radio\n[00:14.31] This is Dave Rockin' Reel, as we take a caller\n[00:17.16] Caller, you're on the air\"\n[00:18.48] \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and this Roz from Newark\n[00:20.78] And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'\n[00:23.12] That tune the bomb, yo\"\n[00:24.84] \"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio\n[00:27.16] This is 'Can't Wait'\"\n[00:29.22] Woo, yo yo yo, comin' to you live\n[00:32.91] Smokin' mad Phillies with my niggas from the Hoodaville section\n[00:36.59] And all my niggas from the Weequahic section, word is bond\n[00:40.00] Somebody said Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker\n[00:42.97] I don't give a fuck\n[00:44.34] We gon' set it off like this\n[00:46.19] Jersey in the fuckin hidouse, for your midouth\n[00:49.35] I'm like rah-rah, like I had cerebral palsy\n[00:52.20] My flows be's wet like all you girls draws be\n[00:55.09] Crack the Phil's, spread the buddah then the hiddash\n[00:57.59] Roll it up and then ask, \"Who chipped in for the ten bag?\"\n[00:59.97] Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n[01:02.56] Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras\n[01:05.36] It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof\n[01:07.52] Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)\n[01:10.75] Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high)\n[01:13.31] I walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)\n[01:15.60] I swing up in it, batting average is half as\n[01:17.83] Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards\n[01:20.43] And, uh, chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey\n[01:22.98] You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street (yeah)\n[01:25.87] Or 90210, fuck it, yo (yeah)\n[01:28.08] In the movies, I'm the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row\n[01:30.33] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[01:32.75] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[01:35.35] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[01:38.01] I can't wait to get it on (woo) (you don't stop, keep on)\n[01:40.59] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[01:43.07] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[01:45.62] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[01:48.11] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[01:50.82] I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost\n[01:53.45] You can't see me like Charlie Angels' boss\n[01:55.78] I'm often coolin' round the bliddocks\n[01:57.62] I rock 'round the cliddocks\n[01:58.90] My Gliddock cocked from here to 16th and Lenox\n[02:01.58] Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n[02:03.71] I was milk like two tits now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n[02:06.65] Now who got the funk? (We got the funk)\n[02:08.37] Ayy, ayy, ayy, yo, well, I got the weed (we got the blunt)\n[02:11.24] I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in the jam\n[02:14.21] Back in '88 when it was twenties to the gram\n[02:16.64] Brizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell\n[02:19.14] I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n[02:22.23] The fly guy with force like Luke Sky\n[02:24.49] Down for a ménage-a-trois, bitch, if ya fly\n[02:26.99] The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade\n[02:29.71] I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'\n[02:32.43] Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton\n[02:34.53] Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums\n[02:37.18] Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n[02:39.70] Tonight's the night baby, so suck up on these, and it's on\n[02:41.92] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[02:44.24] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[02:46.70] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[02:49.25] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[02:51.88] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[02:54.41] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[02:56.98] I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)\n[02:59.42] I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)\n[03:02.24] I said, I catch the A-train to the left\n[03:05.53] Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett\n[03:08.20] Big up to all my niggas in the housing projects (woo)\n[03:10.64] I'm runnin' up in your contingents to split your guts (grab the rail)\n[03:13.87] If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n[03:15.86] Got Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Akinyele\n[03:18.64] Rickety-rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness\n[03:20.89] Waste niggas like toxic, wet like galoshes\n[03:23.41] Can I handle my biz? 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Yes, you can\n I cause chaos and bring a lot of Def to Jams\n Yes, I can\n Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk\n Clu-clunk, no give me your ba-bump, ba-bump\n Ooh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggots stepped on my Huffman and Koos\n Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow, and Cool B\n Switchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two, three\n Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf\n Yo, yo, I said, \"Switchin' up speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\"\n Aha, I be sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now\n And then figure the shit out when you get home\n"},{"id":29545146,"name":"Can't Wait - (160 JS 4 12)","trackName":"Can't Wait - (160 JS 4 12)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"1995","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\nMy flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\nCrack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\nRoll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\nEtcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\nPick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\nIt's the truth like funk 180 proof\nDon't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\nPut your fingers up in the air if your high\nI walk by, so f-in' dry\nI swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\nGood as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\nAnd touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\nYou couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\nOr 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\nI'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\nYou can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\nI'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\nI rock round the Cliddock\nMy Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\nI tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\nI was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\nNow who got the funk, we got the funk\nA yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\nI never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\nBack in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\nYou couldn't read me in braille, hell\nI write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\nThe fly guy with force like Luke sky\nDown for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\nThe funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\nI terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\nDum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\nSoup like won ton, fuck by the ton\nPlease, my whole crew's makin' cheese\nTonight's the night baby so suck up on these\nAnd it's on\n\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\nI can't wait to get it on\n\nI said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\nI set shit off like Boba Fett\nBig up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\nI'm Runnin' up in your contingents\nAnd split your guts, round and round\nIf you get scared of my lines when I rock well\nGot wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\nRickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\nWaste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\nCan I handle my biz? Yes you can\nI 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\nYes I can, now ask to get out\nPop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\nOh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\nY'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\nWord to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\nSwitchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\nI drop on the one, fuck the two three\nFunky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\nYo yo I said\nSwitchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\nRidin a Fuji, in a movie\nI've been sayin' some shit\nNow, if you didn't get it\nLaugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can't Wait - (160 JS 4 12)\n artist: Redman\n album: '1995'\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy\n My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be\n Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse\n Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag\n Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures\n Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras\n It's the truth like funk 180 proof\n Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true\n Put your fingers up in the air if your high\n I walk by, so f-in' dry\n I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as\n Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards\n And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey\n You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet\n Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies\n I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost\n You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss\n I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks\n I rock round the Cliddock\n My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks\n I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic\n I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet\n Now who got the funk, we got the funk\n A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt\n I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail\n Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram\n You couldn't read me in braille, hell\n I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L\n The fly guy with force like Luke sky\n Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly\n The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade\n I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge'\n Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton\n Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton\n Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese\n Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these\n And it's on\n\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n I can't wait to get it on\n\n I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk\n I set shit off like Boba Fett\n Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects\n I'm Runnin' up in your contingents\n And split your guts, round and round\n If you get scared of my lines when I rock well\n Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele\n Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this\n Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes\n Can I handle my biz? Yes you can\n I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams\n Yes I can, now ask to get out\n Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump\n Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes\n Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's\n Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be\n Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' a Fuji in a movie\n I drop on the one, fuck the two three\n Funky like a box of Coochies on looseleaf\n\n Yo yo I said\n Switchin' up speeds, like Bruce Lee\n Ridin a Fuji, in a movie\n I've been sayin' some shit\n Now, if you didn't get it\n Laugh now... And figure that shit out when you get home\n"}]