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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 for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg
Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we 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 dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky
So leapin' leprechauns, be I'm pushin' 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 were has my mic gone? 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 my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is again, give thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Claude Van Damme
So dunna nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop,
Don't-don't,
I'm harder a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I grand slam, things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
not antoinish nor monetego
Spanish que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, stand aside
emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you even come right
Spite the strokin' or or pullin' 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 ship
Equipped, slip with tounge twister
All my styles that's
No fake rap, I push
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So bring the 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
by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better
In other words you'd make a funky decision (whoo)
I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Butkas
Now who's the pick? me, word is born and
Not a Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I go, I ain't no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure broke