[Intro] Llllllllllllike a glove! Huh! 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...
[Hook] I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)
[Verse 2: Redman] 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
[Hook] I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)
[Verse 3: Redman] 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 blocks
[Hook] I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) (Styles that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked)
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15th track from Redman‘s sophomore project sees him rap over a slow self-produced beat.
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