Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who pop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops of 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 guys making G's
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, enough licks, plus cuffed up
Because 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?)
A-B-C-ya, bye
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the Humpty Dumpty, Bashful Grumpy, Quaker Nabisco Crisco kid
Because my style's figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro like Pinnochio's
Big Digital Underground 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 gets plump like a wiener
Or a sausage, 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 tongue 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 can't rap
Because I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and I'm 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
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
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
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 fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle, spiritual
But everybody's rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tongue twister
All my styles that's buck-wild
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?
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
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)
Because I'm gonna 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 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 (uh)
And make sure it's broke
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who pop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops of 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 guys making G's
And now we're sellin' records overseas
Holy smokes, oops, your whole plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, enough licks, plus cuffed up
Because 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?)
A-B-C-ya, bye
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the Humpty Dumpty, Bashful Grumpy, Quaker Nabisco Crisco kid
Because my style's figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro like Pinnochio's
Big Digital Underground 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 gets plump like a wiener
Or a sausage, 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 tongue 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 can't rap
Because I'm dip-dip-divin', so socializin'
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your eyes and
I kick like Bruce Lee and I'm 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
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Can we rock?
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
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 fuck is happening?
On the lyrical, miracle, spiritual
But everybody's rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tongue twister
All my styles that's buck-wild
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?
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
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)
Because I'm gonna 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 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 (uh)
And make sure it's broke
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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