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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 or pa dukes?
two scoops 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 like Marx
I a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roker
So the freaky freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian making G's
And now sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, licks, plus cuffed up
'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks'
So tick tock around the clock and shock we lick shots
(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 dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco kid
'cause my figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel nose
So play dosey doe, sucotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky
So leapin' leprechauns, be I'm pushin' my pedal to the metal
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 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
Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jah
My are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
My tounge to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
Touche pussy cat, put down that mic you can't rap
'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
out your ears, yes, and open 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 Flinstone and much bigger than a Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can 'em
I burp, 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, things again and again (whoo)
Golly ha-chooey, like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
Pauish not nor monetego
Spanish like que for the nine two
Next, a new hex, stand aside
Stringin' like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you 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, slip with tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No fake rap, I pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the 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
by Viper
When I the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a knife, and cut you with precision
Tony Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick
Now who's the first pick? me, is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo
That's okay, not bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make it's broke