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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 rally up, then dilly dally for room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
Check it out yo, I smile like Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg
Play me a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, licks, plus cuffed up
you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness the stakes are high
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground dumpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm 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 gone? Tell me, have you her?
I stretch like a condom and gets like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to it
But my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken Speedy Gonzales
up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic you can't rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your and
I kick Bruce 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 and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I grand slam, swingin' again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, stand aside
Stringin' like a bikini or panty line (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 fuck is
On the lyrical, miracle,
but rockin'
Flip a new hit, wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say 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 better make a decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the
When it comes to money, I'm Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I go, I ain't no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke