Redman

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)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
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 ]