Redman Wuditlooklike

Intro:



Eeeyeahh

Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches

and you punk ass niggaz out there

Im talkin to you live from WFDS

Were From the DarkSide radio

Its about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker

But the funk just dont stop

As we take yall fat roly-poly asses on another journey

To the darkside...



Verse One:



Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat

Verbally Im Untouchable like Elliot Ness

To the best of my ability I rock any facility

And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries

Im just as high as the fuckin friendly skies

When Im, open, you cant even see my chinky eyes

Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when Im loced

Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!

Im saggin my.... Karl Kani...

and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.

Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf

Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.

But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class

Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class

PPP, got the glocks and techs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck



Chorus: repeat 4X



I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)

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Verse Two:



A-hem...

The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box

I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops

Because (this type of funk you dont hear on the regular)

Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)

Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon

Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin

When Im vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect

Verbal communications blow to the next ep

Im robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical

Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules

Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta

Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt thats laced up

The boogie verbalist, vocalist

I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist

My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and

Youll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike



Chorus



Verse Three:



Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers

Bitches be actin funny, dont wanna show me no love cuz

They think Im crazy and like mentally sick

Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I

Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo

Some bitches say, Im the Mack like Maceo

I dont be that I just beez the funk disease

that leave MCs, recognizing like Sam Sneed

The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous

Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through

That other shit, makes them other ship, flip

funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics

A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-threes where I from

Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump

And thats for all them hardrock niggaz thats comin in flocks

I bust off the glock for the hood and the block

Chorus


[ Wuditlooklike Lyrics ]