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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
ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the guise making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness 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 quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground dumpty camel hump nose
So dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' my to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you her?
I stretch like a and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for to wreck it
But before my intro I to check it
So who is the in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down mic 'cause you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van
So dunna nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop,
Don't-don't,
I'm harder than a Flinstone and much than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I grand slam, swingin' things again and (whoo)
ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you even come right
Spite the or hopin' or pullin' 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 that's buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not tough stuff
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
Protected by
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd decipher
In other words you'd better a funky decision (whoo)
I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the
it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, word is and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo
okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure broke