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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
ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and by like 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 with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks'
So tick around the clock and shock 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
my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital humpty dumpty camel hump nose
So play doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me 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 Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to it
So who is the in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van
So nana 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 Schnickens can 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I slam, swingin' things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, like Roscoe
Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not nor monetego
like que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
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 everybody's
a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never with tounge twister
All my that's buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, not rasta tough stuff
Can I

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