What's up Doc? (Can We Rock?) - Hardknox Mix
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, rock
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, rock
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh
Rippin the program slow man hot damn
A grand slam swingin things again and again
Golly ha-chewy, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwich, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish, not Antoinish nor Montego
Spanish like "Que?" for the '92 lingo
Next a new hex, commentators, stand aside
Stringin MC's like a bikini or panty line
Nut you might bust but you can't even come right
Despite 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 rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the 9 shit
Equipped, never slip, concept with a tongue twister
All my style, 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 we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
I'm the hooper, 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
Though that's alright, not being braggadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, 'cause I ain't no joke
Now I slam that, I jam it and make sure it's broke
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Cha cha cha, what's up pa?
Your how poops? Your ma dukes or pa dukes
The two scoope, the 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, hokie poke, 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 the freaky freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise makin' cheese
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, nuff licks, now cuffed up
'Cause you can catch a quick drop
For tryin' to take the Schnick's props
So tick tock around the clock
And shock while we lick shots
For goodness sakes, the stakes is high
I'm out, ABC ya, bye
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
I thought I saw a pussy cat, I did
The Humpty Dumpty bashful grumpy Quaker Nabisco Crisco kid
'Cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinocchio's
Big digital underground underground
Humpty Dumpty camel hump nose (Boom, boom!)
So play do-si-do, 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
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 lika a weiner
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?
Your lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary
And Captain Crunch berry (fresh, fresh)
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, rock
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, rock
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh
Rippin the program slow man hot damn
A grand slam swingin things again and again
Golly ha-chewy, macho like Roscoe
Randy Savage manwich, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish, not Antoinish nor Montego
Spanish like "Que?" for the '92 lingo
Next a new hex, commentators, stand aside
Stringin MC's like a bikini or panty line
Nut you might bust but you can't even come right
Despite 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 rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the 9 shit
Equipped, never slip, concept with a tongue twister
All my style, 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 we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
I'm the hooper, 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
Though that's alright, not being braggadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, 'cause I ain't no joke
Now I slam that, I jam it and make sure it's broke
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can I rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Cha cha cha, what's up pa?
Your how poops? Your ma dukes or pa dukes
The two scoope, the 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, hokie poke, 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 the freaky freaky freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise makin' cheese
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, nuff licks, now cuffed up
'Cause you can catch a quick drop
For tryin' to take the Schnick's props
So tick tock around the clock
And shock while we lick shots
For goodness sakes, the stakes is high
I'm out, ABC ya, bye
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, uh!
Fresh, fresh, fresh, uh!
I thought I saw a pussy cat, I did
The Humpty Dumpty bashful grumpy Quaker Nabisco Crisco kid
'Cause my style's figaro figaro figaro figaro like Pinocchio's
Big digital underground underground
Humpty Dumpty camel hump nose (Boom, boom!)
So play do-si-do, 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
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 lika a weiner
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?
Your lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary
And Captain Crunch berry (fresh, fresh)
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Can we rock?
Fresh, fresh, fresh, rock!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Can we rock, rock? Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Roachford, Shaquille O'neal, Joseph A. Jones, Lennox Maturine, Kevin Mckenzie
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