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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, up doc?
Can we
What's up

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

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

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things again and (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not nor monetego
like que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, stand aside
Stringin' emcees like a or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't even come
the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine
Equipped, never slip tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No rap, I push pounds
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not tough stuff
Can I

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