East Coast

Intro/chorus：

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one

"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"

"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"

*repeat x2*

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks"

"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"

Verse one: dray, books

Higgity-hey hun, check out the way i friggity-freak the track, umm

I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm

Wit the books, iggity-oops, i get more poopcrocks for jingle

I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle

Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundy

I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, i'll take you *?mundy?*

Yes it's i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers

I higgity-hump and rump cos i'm rough like sandpaper

So pucker up and whistle, i blast just like a pistol

And sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu

I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, i'm bound, silly creep

I leave a rapper with a single bound

Yes i rips up the west, i'm the best, i'm no jokin

I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke

So books freak it, provide the funk alligator

Yo i'm out but "i'll be back" like schwarzenegger

Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me

The bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy

Double o-k-iggity s, i'm slick

I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dick

Aw shit, i'm swingin it from the east coast, sure

I don't surf, but got more props than pop smurf

Who? me, yep, look at the way i'm slingin it to ya poppy

I riggity rock the crowd at the grand ole opi

But when speakin upon myself, i stays private like benjamin

Honey, i'll knock the boots and if you're tough i'll knock the timberland's

Ooooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tock

I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now i'm back like alfred hitchcock

I'm shod-dy, i'm swingin it like a san diego padre

Brooklyn's in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*

I don't need to diss ya but excuse me mister

I'm sinkin ya battleships just ask professor or the skipper

And downnnnnnnn

Chorus

Interlude: (*das efx giving shoutouts to other east coast rappers*)

Verse two: dray, books

Yo i'm back, black, heavens-to-betsy, time to get deuce

I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice

I'm not the new kids, but i'm knockin blocks off, sonny

Yep i rock like the stones cos i'm rollin in the money

So diggity-ask about, i know you digs me like a shovel

I kick straps for sport cos i'm short like barney rubble

Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, i goes berserk

When i flex like popeye, i fight like cap' kirk

So bozo, i'm knockin em out the box by the pair-em

High strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire

Tally racker, i'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper

I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper

The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar

I'm comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammer

So jumpin jahosa, that's yesiree

The books-in-reverse kicks a verse......

......like, aah, bbd

I whips it, i smacks it, i flips it

With slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, i slaps lips

Like lipstick, i'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles

I bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles

Then i'll giggle, hee-hee-ha

Higgity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day i'll do ya

I'm the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboy

I skip, flip back to dallas

He's the don, have you seen my grey poupon?

Bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chong

We can do this, i kiggity-can't lose like martha lewis

Get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was you-is

Goddamn, i'm sittin on the bay by the dock

Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock

Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?

Cos now i got the siggity-sock soup like campbell's

And downnnnnnnnnnnn

Chorus: (x8)

"now i'm gonna show you how the east coast rocks" ---> krs-one

"baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"

"it's like that y'all, you don't stop"