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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 scoops a in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and by like egg yolk
me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the guise making G's
And now we're records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to the Schnicks' props
So tick around the clock and shock while we lick shots
(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 dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my is gone
Snow is after 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 rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I 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 condom and gets plump like a
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 berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry
My tounge starts to quicken like Speedy
Take up your pen, your pad, your 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 ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and 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 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, things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho Roscoe
Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators aside
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty (ha ha)
Nut you bust, but you can't even come right
Spite the 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, wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tounge
All my styles that's
No fake rap, I push
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So bring the oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta stuff
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd decipher
In other you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Danza, I'm the boss
When it to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, word is and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's