[{"id":17434438,"name":"Wuditlooklike (Album Version)","trackName":"Wuditlooklike (Album Version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":248.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eeeyeahh\nWuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches\nand you punk ass niggaz out there\nI'm talkin to you live from WFDS\nWe're From the DarkSide radio\nIt's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker\nBut the funk just don't stop\nAs we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey\nTo the darkside...\n\nWuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat\nVerbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness\nTo the best of my ability I rock any facility\nAnd fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries\nI'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies\nWhen I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes\nCause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed\nThen I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!\nI'm saggin my... Karl Kani...\nand Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.\nWell I, swing it back and forth like a leaf\nWithout traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.\nBut I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class\nThen leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class\nPPP, got the glocks and techs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nrepeat 4X\n\nI said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\nWuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\n\nA-hem...\nThe Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box\nI come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops\nBecause (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)\nRock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)\nKnew my style got more powers than Cocoon\nZoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin\nWhen I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect\nVerbal communications blow to the next ep\nI'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical\nSuicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules\nStraight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta\nBoy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up\nThe boogie verbalist, vocalist\nI get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist\nMy style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and\nYou'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike\n\nWuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers\nBitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz\nThey think I'm crazy and like mentally sick\nAhhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I\nSmoke a pound of herb a day, and yo\nSome bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo\nI don't be that I just beez the funk disease\nthat leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed\nThe funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous\nRock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through\nThat other shit, makes them other ship, flip\nfunk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics\nA-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from\nBeen gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump\nAnd that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks\nI bust off the glock for the hood and the block","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] Eeeyeahh\n[00:04.04] Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches\n[00:08.02] and you punk ass niggaz out there\n[00:10.42] I'm talkin to you live from WFDS\n[00:13.18] We're From the DarkSide radio\n[00:15.47] It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker\n[00:19.04] But the funk just don't stop\n[00:20.86] As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey\n[00:24.55] To the darkside...\n[00:26.04] Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat\n[00:28.80] Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness\n[00:31.56] To the best of my ability I rock any facility\n[00:34.31] And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries\n[00:37.38] I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies\n[00:39.93] When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes\n[00:42.78] Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed\n[00:45.61] Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!\n[00:48.94] I'm saggin my... Karl Kani...\n[00:51.22] and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.\n[00:53.91] Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf\n[00:56.56] Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.\n[00:59.46] But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class\n[01:02.75] Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class\n[01:05.01] PPP, got the glocks and techs\n[01:07.87] And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n[01:10.72] repeat 4X\n[01:11.49] I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\n[01:15.43] Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\n[01:30.82] A-hem...\n[01:32.77] The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box\n[01:35.49] I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops\n[01:38.30] Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)\n[01:41.11] Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)\n[01:44.02] Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon\n[01:46.62] Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin\n[01:49.40] When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect\n[01:52.09] Verbal communications blow to the next ep\n[01:54.96] I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical\n[01:57.76] Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules\n[02:00.44] Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta\n[02:03.21] Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up\n[02:06.07] The boogie verbalist, vocalist\n[02:08.01] I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist\n[02:11.52] My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and\n[02:14.44] You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike\n[02:39.14] Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers\n[02:42.01] Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz\n[02:45.05] They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick\n[02:47.58] Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I\n[02:51.13] Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo\n[02:53.46] Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo\n[02:55.95] I don't be that I just beez the funk disease\n[02:58.79] that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed\n[03:01.52] The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous\n[03:04.66] Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through\n[03:07.27] That other shit, makes them other ship, flip\n[03:09.95] funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics\n[03:12.76] A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from\n[03:15.50] Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump\n[03:18.27] And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks\n[03:20.93] I bust off the glock for the hood and the block\n[03:23.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wuditlooklike (Album Version)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Dare Iz A Darkside\n  duration_ms: 248667\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Eeeyeahh\n  start_ms: 580\n  end_ms: 4040\n- text: Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches\n  start_ms: 4040\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: and you punk ass niggaz out there\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm talkin to you live from WFDS\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 13180\n- text: We're From the DarkSide radio\n  start_ms: 13180\n  end_ms: 15470\n- text: It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 15470\n  end_ms: 19040\n- text: But the funk just don't stop\n  start_ms: 19040\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 24550\n- text: To the darkside...\n  start_ms: 24550\n  end_ms: 26040\n- text: Wuditlooklike? 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When I wipe off my sweat\n  Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness\n  To the best of my ability I rock any facility\n  And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries\n  I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies\n  When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes\n  Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed\n  Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!\n  I'm saggin my... Karl Kani...\n  and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.\n  Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf\n  Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.\n  But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class\n  Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class\n  PPP, got the glocks and techs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  repeat 4X\n\n  I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\n  Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)\n\n  A-hem...\n  The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box\n  I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops\n  Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)\n  Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)\n  Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon\n  Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin\n  When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect\n  Verbal communications blow to the next ep\n  I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical\n  Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules\n  Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta\n  Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up\n  The boogie verbalist, vocalist\n  I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist\n  My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and\n  You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike\n\n  Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers\n  Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz\n  They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick\n  Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I\n  Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo\n  Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo\n  I don't be that I just beez the funk disease\n  that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed\n  The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous\n  Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through\n  That other shit, makes them other ship, flip\n  funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics\n  A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from\n  Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump\n  And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks\n  I bust off the glock for the hood and the block\n"}]