What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)
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Can we rock?
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Yeah, what's up doc?
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Can we rock?
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What's up doc?
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[Moc]
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Cha cha cha cha cha
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What's up pa, yo who poop?
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Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
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There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
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Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
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Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
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Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
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I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
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Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
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Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker
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So bust the freaky freaky freaky ways
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The brothers with the Asian guise making G's
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And now we're sellin' records overseas
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Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
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Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up
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'cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin' to take the Schnicks' props
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So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots
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(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high
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I'm out (you out?)
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ABC-ya, bye
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[Chorus]
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[Chip]
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I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
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I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
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'cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio's
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Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump nose
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So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone
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Snow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky Charms
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So leapin' leprechauns, be glad I'm pushin' my pedal to the metal
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I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
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So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
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So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob Dobailina
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Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
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I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
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Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it
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But before my intro I gots to check it
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So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
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Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry good
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So rah rah, sis boom bah
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Chip Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jah
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My lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas
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My tounge starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
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Take up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a fresh
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Touche pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
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'cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
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Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
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I kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme
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So dunna nana nana nana nana nana, Batman!
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I hip-hop, hop-hop
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Don't-don't, stop-stop
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I'm harder than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub Rock
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Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
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I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
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[Poc]
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Rippin' the program, slow man, hot damn
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I grand slam, swingin' things again and again (whoo)
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Golly ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe
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Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
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Pauish not antoinish nor monetego
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Spanish like que for the nine two lingo
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Next, a new hex, commentators stand aside
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Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)
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Nut you might bust, but you can't even come right
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Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe
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Huff and puff so what the fuck is happening?
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On the lyrical, miracle, spirutal
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but everybody's rockin'
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Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
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Equipped, never slip with tounge twister
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All my styles that's buckwild
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No fake rap, I push pounds
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I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
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So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana
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Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
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Can I rock?
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[Chorus]
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[Shaq]
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I'm the hooper, the hyper
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Protected by Viper
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When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
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In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
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'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
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Forget Tony Danza, I'm the boss
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When it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
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Now who's the first pick? me, word is born and
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Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
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That's okay, not being bragadocious
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Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
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Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no joke
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Now I slam it (what?) jam it (unh)
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And make sure it's broke
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[Chorus]
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What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)
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