Intro:



Eeeyeahh

Wuditlooklike to all you trick bitches

and you punk ass niggaz 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...



Verse One:



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 Two 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 pass niggaz straight out of first-class

Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class

PPP, got the glocks and techs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck



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I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)

Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)



Verse Two:



A-hem...

The Funk Doctor Spock 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)

Knew 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 psychologist wuditlooklike



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Verse Three:



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 niggaz that's comin in flocks

I bust off the glock for the hood and the block



Chorus