Wuditlooklike Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Eeeyeahh 

Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches 

and you punk ass niggaz out there 

I'm talkin to you live from WFDS 

We're From the DarkSide radio 

It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker 

But the funk just don't stop 

As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey 

To the darkside... 

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Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat 

Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness 

To the best of my ability I rock any facility 

And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries 

I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies 

When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes 

Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed 

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

I'm 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 

repeat 4X 

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I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) 

Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) 

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 don't 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 I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect 

Verbal communications blow to the next ep 

I'm 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 that's 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 

You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike 

Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers 

Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz 

They think I'm 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, I'm the Mack like Maceo 

I don't be that I just beez the funk disease 

that leave MC's, 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-three's where I from 

Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump 

And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks 

I bust off the glock for the hood and the block