East Coast Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

"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" 

"MC's 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 look at me me go like that, umm 

wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingle 

I giggity-gots the rhymes like Ronald Reagan got the wrinkles 

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

I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, for Peggy Bundy* 

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 

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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, jerk 

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 Opry 

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, Miggidy made your Rolex say 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 Rico 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 

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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 loose 

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 jahosafat, 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 Randy travis 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 Parker Lewis 

Get the picture? I rock the barmitsfa if I was jewish 

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"