Текст песни O`Neal, Shaquille w Fu-Schnickens - What`s Up Doc? (Can We Rock)
O`Neal, Shaquille w Fu-Schnickens - What`s Up Doc? (Can We Rock) слова песни
[Chorus]Can we rock?Yeah, what`s up doc?Can we rock?What`s up doc?[Moc]Cha cha cha cha chaWhat`s up pa, yo who poop?Your ma dukes or pa dukes?There`s two scoops a raisin in the sunBrothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some roomBird peckin`, doulbe deckin`, rubber neckin` in my tombCheck it out yo, I smile like Groucho MarxI make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolkPlay me like a punk like Penguin and the JokerSnoopin` in my biz like Tom and Roxie RokerSo bust the freaky freaky freaky waysThe brothers with the Asian guise making G`sAnd now we`re sellin` records overseasHoly smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed upNow you get kicks, `nough licks, plus cuffed up`cause you can catch a quick drop for tryin` to take the Schnicks` propsSo tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots(Boom!) for goodness sakes the stakes are highI`m out (you out?)ABC-ya, bye[Chorus][Chip]I thought I saw a putty cat, I didI did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid`cause my style`s figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinochio`sBig Digital Underground humpty dumpty camel hump noseSo play dosey doe, sufferin` sucotash my mistletoe is goneSnow White is after my seven dwarves, my styles, and after me Lucky CharmsSo leapin` leprechauns, be glad I`m pushin` my pedal to the metalI`m rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity PebblesSo howdy, my partner, I starts to get meanerSo ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob DobailinaOh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weinerOr a sasuage, but of course it`s, time for Chip to wreck itBut before my intro I gots to check itSo who is the nicest in your neighborhood?Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary, and Captain Crunch berry goodSo rah rah, sis boom bahChip Fu is coming again, give thanks and praises to jahMy lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry SavalasMy tounge starts to quicken like Speedy GonzalesTake up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag and run go whole a freshTouche 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 andI kick like Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van DammeSo dunna nana nana nana nana nana, Batman!I hip-hop, hop-hopDon`t-don`t, stop-stopI`m harder than a Flinstone and much bigger than a Chub RockOur types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick `emI burp, stick `em, ha ha ha, stick `em[Chorus][Poc]Rippin` the program, slow man, hot damnI grand slam, swingin` things again and again (whoo)Golly ha-chooey, macho like RoscoeRandy Savage manwitch, swingin` the ding-a-ling with damagePauish not antoinish nor monetegoSpanish like que for the nine two lingoNext, a new hex, commentators stand asideStringin` emcees like a bikini or panty line (ha ha)Nut you might bust, but you can`t even come rightSpite the strokin` or hopin` or pullin` a peace pipeHuff and puff so what the fuck is happening?On the lyrical, miracle, spirutalbut everybody`s rockin`Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine shipEquipped, never slip with tounge twisterAll my styles that`s buckwildNo fake rap, I push poundsI flip mad scripts and hips, I hitSo bring the goya oh boy-ah, as I say hasta mananaSoft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuffCan I rock?[Chorus][Shaq]I`m the hooper, the hyperProtected by ViperWhen I rock the hoop yo, you`d better decipherIn other words you`d better make a funky decision (whoo)`cause I`m a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precisionForget Tony Danza, I`m the bossWhen it comes to money, I`m like Dick ButkasNow who`s the first pick? me, word is born andNot a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo MourningThat`s okay, not being bragadociousSupercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidociousPeace, I gotta go, I ain`t no jokeNow I slam it (what?) jam it (unh)And make sure it`s broke[Chorus]