What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)      [Chorus]   Can we rock?   Yeah, what's up doc?   Can we rock?   What's up doc?      [Moc]   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   Brothers try 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, and 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   (Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are high   I'm out (you out?)   ABC-ya, bye      [Chorus]      [Chip]   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 Pinochio's   Big Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump nose   So play dosey doe, sufferin' sucotash my mistletoe is gone   Snow White is after my seven dwarves, 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 were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?   I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner   Or a sasuage, but of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it   But before my intro I gots 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 tounge 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 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 and much 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      [Chorus]      [Poc]   Rippin' the program, slow man, hot damn   I grand slam, swingin' things again and again (whoo)   Golly ha-chooey, macho like Roscoe   Randy Savage manwitch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage   Pauish not antoinish nor monetego   Spanish like que for the nine two lingo   Next, a new hex, commentators stand aside   Stringin' emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)   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 happening?   On the lyrical, miracle, spirutal   but everybody's rockin'   Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship   Equipped, never slip with tounge twister   All my styles that's buckwild   No fake rap, I push pounds   I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit   So bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta manana   Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff   Can I rock?      [Chorus]      [Shaq]   I'm the hooper, the hyper   Protected by Viper   When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher   In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)   '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 Butkas   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 (what?) jam it (unh)   And make sure it's broke      [Chorus]