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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
ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a in the sun
Brothers try to up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Marx
I make a joke, pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise G's
And now we're sellin' records
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 and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I I saw a putty 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 humpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and 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 starts to get
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you her?
I stretch like a condom and plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for to wreck it
But my intro I gots to check it
So who is the in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, thanks and praises to jah
My are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
My starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down mic 'cause you can't rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van
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 of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I slam, swingin' things again and again (whoo)
ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
not antoinish nor monetego
Spanish like que for the two lingo
Next, a new hex, stand aside
Stringin' like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you even come right
Spite the or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the fuck is
On the lyrical, miracle,
but rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch 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 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
by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, better decipher
In other you'd better make a funky decision (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 Dick Butkas
Now the first pick? me, word is born and
Not a Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not being
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke