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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, up doc?
Can we
up doc?

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
Your ma or pa dukes?
two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to up, then dilly dally for some room
peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers the Asian 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 for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we shots
(Boom!) for goodness the stakes are high
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I thought I saw a 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 humpty dumpty camel nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky
So leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' my pedal to the metal
I'm rugged and for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
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 like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to it
But before my intro I 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 smooth like the on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken like Speedy
Take up your pen, your pad, lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your and
I kick like Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
So dunna 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 styles? 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 and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho Roscoe
Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not 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 can't come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a pipe
Huff and puff so what the is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the ship
Equipped, never slip tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I 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
Protected by
When I rock the hoop yo, better decipher
In other words better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the
When it to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now who's the pick? me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's