What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock) (K-Cut's Fat Trac Remix)

Fu-Schnickens / Shaquille O'Neal

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歌词

作曲 : Shaquille O'Neal/Roderick Roachford/Joseph Jones/Lennox Maturine/Kevin McKenzie

作词 : Kevin McKenzie/DJ DIESEL/Roderick Roachford/Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

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

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

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 ***** 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

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

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 **** 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?

What's Up Doc? (Can We 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 **** 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

What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)