What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

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?