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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, up doc?
Can we
up doc?

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some
peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile Groucho Marx
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers the Asian guise making G's
And now we're records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are
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 dumpty camel nose
So dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky
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 has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, 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 Crunch berry
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 Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a
Touche pussy cat, put down mic 'cause you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and up your eyes and
I kick like Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
So dunna 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, slow man, hot
I grand slam, things again and again (whoo)
ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, commentators 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 so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tounge
All my styles buckwild
No rap, I push pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
and chewy 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 other words you'd better make a decision (whoo)
I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the
it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now the first pick? me, word is born and
Not a Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And sure it's broke