Redman - Wuditlookllike 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 motherf*cker
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 f*ck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the f*ckin' 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 L.I
Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E
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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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, phonemical
Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your modules
Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta
Boy I f*ck 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 (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)
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Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)

Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherf*ckers
Bitches be actin' funny, don't wanna show me no love 'cause
They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick
Ah, 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 Maseo
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, inconspicuous with lyrics
Ah um, 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 hard rock niggas that's comin in flocks
I bust off the Glock for the hood and the block

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Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)
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Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)