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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 up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho
I make a joke, pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin and the
in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
So bust the freaky freaky freaky
The brothers with the Asian making G's
And now we're sellin' overseas
smokes, oops, your 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 tock around the and shock while we lick shots
(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are
I'm out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye

I thought I saw a cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful quaker nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like
Big Digital Underground humpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' 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 starts to get
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to it
But before my I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your
are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
So rah rah, sis bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to jah
My are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge starts to quicken like Speedy
Take up pen, your pad, your lyrical 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 your and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Van Damme
So dunna nana nana nana nana, Batman!
I hip-hop,
Don't-don't,
I'm harder than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Rock
Our types of 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' again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage manwitch, the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not antoinish nor
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, commentators aside
Stringin' emcees a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you bust, but you can't even come right
Spite the strokin' or or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff so what the is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip tounge twister
All my that's buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta
Soft and chewy Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I

I'm the hooper, the
Protected by
When I the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky (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 Christean Laettner, not Mourning
okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's