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"