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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 dukes or pa
There's two a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin and the
Snoopin' in my biz Tom and Roxie Roker
So the freaky freaky freaky ways
The with the Asian guise making G's
And now we're sellin' records
Holy smokes, oops, your plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take 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 I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and 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 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 seen
I stretch like a and gets plump like 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 nicest in neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to jah
My lyrics are like the head on Terry Savalas
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 down 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 Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van
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 of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, slow man, hot
I grand slam, swingin' things again and (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not nor monetego
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't even right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a pipe
Huff and puff so the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the ship
Equipped, slip with tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I push
I flip mad and hips, I hit
So the goya 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
Protected by
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better
In other words you'd better make a 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 pick? me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Mourning
okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I no joke
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke