Redman - Wuditlooklike Lyrics
Intro:EeeyeahhWuditlooklike, to all you trick *****esAnd you punk ass niggaz out thereIm talkin to you live from wfdsWere from the darkside radioIts about two thousand degrees down this mother*****erBut the funk just dont stopAs we take yall fat roly-poly asses on another journeyTo the darkside...Verse one:Wuditlooklike? when I wipe off my sweatVerbally Im untouchable like elliot nessTo the best of my ability I rock any facilityAnd ***** the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveriesIm just as high as the *****in friendly skiesWhen im, open, you cant even see my chinky eyesCause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when Im locedThen 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 leafWithout traffic I flow like the b.q.e.But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-classThen leave em huffin and puffin like first day at lemans classPpp, got the glocks and techsAnd def squad always got some fly shit on deckChorus: repeat 4xI said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)Verse two:A-hem...The funk doctor spock blow the watt through your boxI come hotter than treach, you bet about callin the copsBecause (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 cocoonZoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokinWhen Im vexed, my concepts wreck like effectVerbal communications blow to the next epIm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomicalSuicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodulesStraight up the weight up plus I max like a betaBoy I ***** your head up like a blunt thats laced upThe boogie verbalist, vocalistI get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloistMy style reachin down like ike, switch up like dykes andYoull be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklikeChorusVerse three:Wuditlooklike suckers, punk mother*****ers*****es be actin funny, dont wanna show me no love cuzThey think Im crazy and like mentally sickAhhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then iSmoke a pound of herb a day, and yoSome *****es say, Im the mack like maceoI dont be that I just beez the funk diseaseThat leave mcs, recognizing like sam sneedThe funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvousRock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, monday throughThat other shit, makes them other ship, flipFunk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyricsA-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-threes where I fromBeen gettin dumb, every since harlem world used to jumpAnd thats for all them hardrock niggaz thats comin in flocksI bust off the glock for the hood and the blockChorus