Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - The Wacky World of Mass Transit
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Fresh from the meadow with a mellow attitudeI was plannin` to persue another quest for the busI had to go to San Fran, it`s something that I can`t standIt`s beggin` for a ride with ma dukes makes a fussI don`t like fussin` so I ask my older cousinCould he maybe find time to give the D-E-L a liftHe said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for thedayI had to go and sift through pennies in my jeansTo many it may seem that the public transportation really isn`t keenAnd I agree with the theoryBecause it`s 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with prideI waited at the bus stop feeling kinda highFrom a spliff that I smokedI riffed and provokedA liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a jokeWith a corny punchlineAnd it was only lunchtimeThe bus should`ve been here, the driver had much timeTo get is act togetherNo matter what the weatherNow I`m sittin` at the bus stop waitin` like forever[SKIT #1]When oh when is the bus gonna comeI`m getting sick and tired of the waitWhen oh when is the bus gonna comeWell here comes a pack of about 14Lookin` real mean with hoodies and jeansAnd bad attitudes and I wasn`t in the moodFor no head on collision with the hoodsTry to use my transfer but it`s no goodWould these rough lookin` kids get busy with the youngstaAmongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the cityI`m not certainBut if I go sit in the back it`s curtainsKids wanna ride the backWhat kinda shit is that?Nowadays niggas can`t wait to hit the backLet me stand in the front with the elderlySo those other cats won`t raise hell with me[SKIT #2]Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46AI should`ve caught the 46B`Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the treesAnd shoots the breeze with the ladiesLook at that around the way girlYeah, I see her(whistle) More crack than a drug dealerA kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen onI`m not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean onMy shoulder and try to hold a conversation`Cause I don`t have the patienceWhen oh when is the bus gonna reach its destinationQuestion over space and timeWastin` timeWord up, I can`t take this line of nitwitsI`m about to have a fit quick`Cause this trip here is making me car sickCheck out the brother with the loaded .38Braggin` to his buddies about the money that he makesSellin` crack viles like pancakesTo baseheads just like the oneThat`s sittin by the window starvin` for a fixHe spent his last 80 cents on fareHe raises up and lets me get in his chairThen I sit and take a snoozeBut I still lose`Cause I cruise right past my stopHad to get off and walk 15 blocks. . .