East Coast Lyrics by Das Efx

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"