Intro:
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Eeeyeahh
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Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches
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and you punk ass niggaz out there
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I'm talkin to you live from WFDS
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We're From the DarkSide radio
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It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
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But the funk just don't stop
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As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey
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To the darkside...
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Verse One:
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Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat
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Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness
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To the best of my ability I rock any facility
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And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
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I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies
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When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
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Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
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Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!
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I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani...
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and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.
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Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
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Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.
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But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class
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Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class
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PPP, got the glocks and techs
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And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
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Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
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Verse Two:
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A-hem...
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The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box
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I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops
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Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)
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Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
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Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon
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Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
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When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect
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Verbal communications blow to the next ep
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I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical
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Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules
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Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta
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Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up
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The boogie verbalist, vocalist
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I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist
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My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and
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You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers
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Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz
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They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick
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Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I
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Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo
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Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
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I don't be that I just beez the funk disease
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that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
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The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous
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Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
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That other shit, makes them other ship, flip
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funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics
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A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from
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Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump
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And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
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I bust off the glock for the hood and the block
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Chorus
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Wuditlooklike
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Redman |