What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock?) Paroles

Theres 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 Gs
And now were 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
for goodness sakes the stakes are high
I'm out
ABC-ya, bye
Chip
I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid So leapin leprechauns, be glad Im pushin my pedal to the metal
Im 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 its, 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 cant 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
Dont-dont, stop-stop
Im 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