Lyrics:

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
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 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, ABC ya' bye

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?

I tawt I saw a putty cat, (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
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 pussy cat put down that mic cuz 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
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?

Rippin' the program slow man hot damn
A grand slam swingin' things again and again
Golly hachooey macho like Roscoe
A Randy Savage manwich swing a ding-a-ling like damage
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 fuck is happening
On the lyrical miracle, spiritual but everybody's rappin'
Flip a new hit catch wreck to the 9 shit
Equipped never slip concept with a tongue twister
My style's 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

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?

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 okay, not being braggadocious
Supercalifragilistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace I gotta go, 'cause I ain't no joke
Now I slam it, jam it and make sure it's broke

What's up, doc?