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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 room
Bird peckin', deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk Penguin and the Joker
in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian making G's
And now we're sellin' records
smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we 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 bashful quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Underground humpty dumpty camel hump nose
So dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my dwarves, my styles, and after 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? me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to it
So who is the nicest in your
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to jah
My lyrics are smooth like the on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, 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 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 Flinstone and bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, 'em

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things again and (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, stand aside
emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you even come right
Spite the or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, catch to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip tounge twister
All my styles that's
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, not rasta tough stuff
Can I

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