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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, what's up
Can we
up doc?

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
Your ma dukes or pa
There's two 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 make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by egg yolk
Play me a punk like Penguin and the Joker
in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise G's
And now we're records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick
(Boom!) for sakes 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 bashful grumpy quaker crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty 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 pushin' my pedal to the
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity
So howdy, my partner, I to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen
I stretch like a condom and gets plump a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to 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 again, give thanks and praises to jah
My are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge to quicken like 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 like Bruce Lee and Jean 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, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' again and again (whoo)
ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, stand aside
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't even come
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace
Huff and puff so the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but rockin'
a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with twister
All my that's buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, not rasta tough stuff
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
by Viper
When I rock the yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better a funky decision (whoo)
I'm a be a Shaq 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, word is and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Mourning
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make it's broke