Redman - Wuditlooklike lyrics

Like a glove!
Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches
And you punk ass niggas 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

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 Too Black Guys when I
Get busy like the LI
Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
Without traffic I flow like the BQE
But, I can blast niggas
Straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin like
First day at Lamaze class
PPP, got the Glocks and techs
And Def Squad always got some
Fly shit on deck

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A hem the Funk Doctor Spot 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)
Noon! 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
Psychiatrist wuditlooklike

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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
Niggas that's comin in flocks
I bust off the Glock for
The hood and the block

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