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What's Up (Can We Rock)

Can we
Yeah, up doc?
Can we
What's up

Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my
it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by egg yolk
Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie
So bust the freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the guise making G's
And now sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take 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 thought I saw a cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy nabisco crisco kid
'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty hump nose
So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my is gone
Snow White is my seven dwarves, my styles, and after 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 love my 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, 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 Gonzales
up your 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 ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van
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, 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
Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the with damage
Pauish not nor monetego
like que for the nine two lingo
Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty (ha ha)
Nut you might bust, but you can't come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or a peace pipe
Huff and so what the fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle,
but everybody's
Flip a new hit, wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip tounge twister
All my styles buckwild
No rap, I push pounds
I mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, not rasta tough stuff
Can I

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