K-Cut - What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock?) lyrics

(Chorus) Can we rock Yeah, what's up doc Can we rock Yeah, 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, there's 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 hokie poke an dslide 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 a freaky freaky freaky ways The brothers with the asianguise Making g's and now we're sellin records overseas Holy smokes, oops your whole plan goofed up Now you get licks now get kicks nuff licks now kuffed up Cuz 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 sake's the stakes are high I'm out, abc ya' bye (Chorus) I tawt I saw a putty cat, I did I did The humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid Cuz 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 hody my partner I starts ta get meaner So ask bob for hope not mr. bob dobalina Oh here has my mic gone, tell me have you see her I stretch like a condom, and gets plump lika 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 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 gonzalez Take up yor pen your pad your lyrical and bag and run go whole a fresh Touch p**y cat put down that mic cuz you can't rap Cuz I'm dip dip divin, so 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 6x bat man a hip hop hop hop don't don't stop stop I'm harder than a flintstone and much bigger than a chub rock Or types of lyrical styles yes the schnickens can pick them I burp stick em ha ha ha stick em (Chorus) Rippin the program slow man hot damn A grand slam swing things again and again Golly hachooey macho like raosoce A randy sandwich manwich swing a dingle ling like damage Pauish not antoinish nor monetego 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 is happening On the miracle lyrical that is spiriual but everybody's rappin Flip a new hit catch wreck to the 9 ship Equipped never slip concept with tongue twister All my styles that's buck wild no fake rap I push pounds I flip mad scripts and hip I hit so bring the goya oh boya As I say hasta manana soft and chewy hong kong fooey Reggae but not rasta tought stuff can I rock (Chorus) I'm the hooper (hooper!) the hyper (hyper!) protected by Viper When I'm out to hoopin' yo ya 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'in Not a Christian Laettner not Alonzo Mourning That's ok not being braggadocios Supercalifragelisticshaq is alidocious Peace I gotta go, I ain't no joke Now I slam it, jam it And make sure it's broke (repeat fade) What's up doc