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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, what's up
Can we
What's up

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
Your ma or pa dukes?
There's two a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some
Bird peckin', deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg
Play me like a punk Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole 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 tock around the clock and shock while we lick
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the are high
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I thought I saw a cat, I did
I did the humpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like
Big Digital Underground dumpty 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 leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' 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? 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 to wreck it
But before my intro I 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 lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry
My starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, your bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put that mic 'cause you can't rap
I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and up your eyes and
I like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
So nana 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, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things again and (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
not antoinish nor monetego
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' emcees a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you bust, but you can't even come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or a peace pipe
and puff so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never with tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta
Soft and Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
Protected by
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better
In words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with
Forget Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick
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 go, I ain't no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke