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What's Up (Can We Rock)

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

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 some
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
Check it out yo, I smile Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and by like egg yolk
Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole goofed up
Now you get kicks, licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the props
So tick tock around the clock and while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the 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 nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump
So play dosey doe, sucotash my mistletoe is gone
White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns, be I'm pushin' my pedal 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? 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 my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, 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, your pad, your bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Claude Van Damme
So nana nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop,
Don't-don't,
I'm than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the fuck is
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine
Equipped, slip with tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I

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