Del tha Funkee Homosapien

Del tha Funkee Homosapien - The Wacky World Of Mass Transit lyrics

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I was plannin' to persue another quest for the bus
 I had to go to San Fran  it's something that I can't stand
 It's beggin' for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss
 I don't like fussin' so I ask my older cousin
 Could he maybe find time to give the D E L a lift
 He said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for the
 day
 I had to go and sift through pennies in my jeans
 To many it may seem that the public transportation really isn't keen
 And I agree with the theory
 Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35
 I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with pride
 I waited at the bus stop feeling kinda high
 From a spliff that I smoked
 I riffed and provoked
 A liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a joke
 With a corny punchline
 And it was only lunchtime
 The bus should've been here, the driver had much time
 To get is act together
 No matter what the weather
 Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever
 [SKIT #1]
 When oh when is the bus gonna come
 I'm getting sick and tired of the wait
 When oh when is the bus gonna come
 Well here comes a pack of about 14
 Lookin' real mean with hoodies and jeans
 And bad attitudes and I wasn't in the mood
 For no head on collision with the hoods
 Try to use my transfer but it's no good
 Would these rough lookin' kids get busy with the youngsta
 Amongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the city
 I'm not certain
 But if I go sit in the back it's curtains
 Kids wanna ride the back
 What kinda shit is that?
 Nowadays niggas can't wait to hit the back
 Let me stand in the front with the elderly
 So those other cats won't raise hell with me
 [SKIT #2]
 Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A
 I should've caught the 46B
 'Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the trees
 And shoots the breeze with the ladies
 Look at that around the way girl
 Yeah, I see her
 (whistle) More crack than a drug dealer
 A kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen on
 I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean on
 My shoulder and try to hold a conversation
 'Cause I don't have the patience
 When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination
 Question over space and time
 Wastin' time
 Word up, I can't take this line of nitwits
 I'm about to have a fit quick
 'Cause this trip here is making me car sick
 Check out the brother with the loaded .38
 Braggin' to his buddies about the money that he makes
 Sellin' crack viles like pancakes
 To baseheads just like the one
 That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix
 He spent his last 80 cents on fare
 He raises up and lets me get in his chair
 Then I sit and take a snooze
 But I still lose
 'Cause I cruise right past my stop
 Had to get off and walk 15 blocks.
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