What's Up Doc? (can We Rock) Lyrics - Nervous Breakdown - Fu-schnickens

Shaquille O'Neal, F/ Fu-Schnickens 

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What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock) 

Can we rock? 

Yeah, 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 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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? 

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