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Lirik What's up What's Up

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

Cha-cha-cha, what's up, pa? Yo, who poop
Your ma dooks or pa dooks, the two scoops a raisin' in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly-dally for some room
Bird peckin', double deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out, yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk, like the Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker

So bust a freaky-freaky, freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise making cheese (what?)
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks nuff licks now kuffed up
'Cause you can catch a quick drop
For tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots (boom)
For goodness sake's the stakes are high
I'm out (you out?), ABC ya, bye

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

I tawt, I saw a puttycat (what?) I did
I did the Humpty Dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
'Cause my styles figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro like Pinocchio's
Big digital underground, underground Humpty Dumpty camel hump nose
So play dosey doe suffering succotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow White is after my seven dwarves my style and after me lucky Charms
So leapin' leprechauns be glad I'm pushin' my pedal to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for cocoa puffs, yes, and I love my fruity pebbles

So howdy, my partner? I starts to get meaner (uh-huh)
So ask Bob for Hope, not Mr. Bob Dobalina
Oh, where has my mic gone, tell me have you see her
I stretch like a condom, gets plump like a weiner
Or a sausage, of course it's, time for Chip, to wreck it
But before my intro, I gots to mic check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood
Lyrics are merry, merry quite contrary and captain crunch berry good

So rah (rah), rah (rah), sis boom bah
Chip Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to Jah
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Telly Savalas
My tongue starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzalez
Take up your pen your pad your lyrics and bag and run go whole a fresh
Touché pussycat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
'Cause I'm dip, dip divin', so, so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes-'n

I kick like Bruce Lee, and I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme
So dunna, dunna, dunna, dunna, dunna, dunna, Batman
I hip-hip, hop-hop, don't-don't, stop-stop
I'm harder than a flintstone comin' up, bigger than a chub rock
Or types of lyrical styles, yes, the Chip stuck and kick 'em
I br-rr-rr-t stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em

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

Rippin' the program, slow man hot damn
A grand slam swingin' things again and again (ooh-wee)
Golly hachooey macho like Roscoe (uh-huh)
A Randy Savage manwich swing a ding-a-ling like damage (uh-huh)
Pauish not antoinish nor Montego
Spanish like que? For the 9-2 lingo
Next a new hex commentators stand aside
Stringin' MC's like a bikini or panty line

Nut you might bust but ya can't even come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
Huff and puff, so what the f- is happening
On the lyrical miracle spiritual but everybody's rappin'
Flip a new hit catch wreck to the .9 s-
Equipped never slip concept with a tongue twister
My styles that's buck wild, no fake raps, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips I hit so bring the Goya, oh, boy
As I say hasta mañana tough and chewy Hong Kong Phooey
Reggae the Rasta tough stuff, can I rock

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

I'm the hooper (hooper), hyper (hyper), protected by Viper
When I'm out there hoopin', yo, ya better decipher
In other words, you'd better make a funky decision
'Cause I'ma be a Shaq knife and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick DeVos
Now who's the first pick? Me, word is born'in
Not a Christian Laettner not Alonzo Mourning

That's ok not being braggadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace I gotta go, 'cause I ain't no joke
Now I slam it (what?) Jam it (huh) and make sure it's broke

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