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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, what's up
Can we
What's up

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
Your ma dukes or pa
There's two a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for to take the Schnicks' props
So tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for sakes the stakes are high
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my is gone
Snow White is after my dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' my pedal to the
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh were has my mic Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I to check it
So who is the in your neighborhood?
are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth the head on Terry Savalas
My starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, your bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic you can't rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
So dunna nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop,
Don't-don't,
I'm harder than a Flinstone and bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the can pick 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I grand slam, things again and again (whoo)
ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, the ding-a-ling with damage
not antoinish nor monetego
Spanish que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators aside
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't even come
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tounge
All my styles that's
No fake rap, I push
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better
In other you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you precision
Forget Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, word is and
Not a Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not being
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's