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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, dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roker
So bust the freaky freaky freaky
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' records
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick around the clock 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 nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like
Big Digital Underground humpty camel hump nose
So play doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky
So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm my pedal to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Puffs, and yes, I love 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 and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your
Lyrics are merry, merry, contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is again, give thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up eyes 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 harder than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub
Our of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't come right
the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine
Equipped, never with tounge twister
All my styles that's
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the 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, you'd better
In other words you'd better a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a 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 first me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Mourning
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke