Lyrics: 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, cha cha What's up Pa, yo who poop? Your ma dukes or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brother tryin' to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird peckin', doulbe-deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg yolk Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie Roker So bust the freaky, freaky, freaky ways The brothers with the Asian guise making G's And now we're sellin' records overseas Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed 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 For goodness sakes The stakes is 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 thought I saw a putty cat, I did I did the humpty-dumpty, bashful grumpy quaker Nabisco Crisco kid 'Cause my style's figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro like Pinocchio's Big Digital underground, underground humpty-dumpty, camel hump nose So play dosey doe, sufferin' succotash my mistletoe is gone Snow White is after my seven dwarfs My styles, 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 And yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob Dobailina Oh, where has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her? I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a wiener Or a sausage, but of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it But before my intro I got's to check it So who is the nicest in your neighborhood? Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary And Captain Crunch, berry good So rah, rah, sis, boom-bah Chip Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to Jah My lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas My tongue starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales Take up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag And run go whole a fresh Touche pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap 'Cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin' Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes and I kick like Bruce Lee and I'm Jean Claude Van Damme So dunna, nana nana, nana nana, nana, Batman I hip-hop, hop-hop, don't-don't, stop-stop I'm harder than a Flinstone Coming up bigger than a Chub Rock Our types of lyrical styles Yes the Schnickens can pick 'em I burp, 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 I grand slam, swingin' things again and again Golly ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe Randy Savage man witch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage Pauish not Antoinish nor Monetego Spanish like queue for the nine two lingo Next, a new hex, commentators stand aside Stringin' MC's like a bikini or panty line Nut you might bust, but you can't even come right Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a peace pipe Huff and puff so what the fuck is happenin'? On the lyrical, miracle, spiritual, but everybody's rockin' Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship Equipped, never slip with tongue twister All my styles that's buck wild, no fake rap, I push pounds I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit, so bring the Goya, oh boy As I say, Hasta Manana soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey Reggae not 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, the hyper, protected by Viper When I'm out the hoop yo, you'd better decipher In other words you'd better make a funky decision 'Cause I'm a 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 and Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning That's okay, not being bragadocious Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no joke Now I slam it Jam it, 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?
Fu-Schnickens Ft. Shaq - What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)
