east coast

Intro/chorus：
'now im gonna show you how the east coast rocks' ---> krs-one
'baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this'
'its like that yall , you dont stop'
*repeat x2*
'now im 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, ill take you *?mundy?*
Yes its i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos im 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, im bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes i rips up the west, im the best, im no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo im out but 'ill be back' like schwarzenegger
Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well its, umm, me
The bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy
Double o-k-iggity s, im slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dick
Aw shit, im swingin it from the east coast, sure
I dont surf, but got more props than pop smurf
Who? me, yep, look at the way im 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, ill knock the boots and if youre tough ill knock the timberlands
Ooooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tock
Im runnin my tongue with the quickness now im back like alfred hitchcock
Im shod-dy , im swingin it like a san diego padre
Brooklyns in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*
I dont need to diss ya but excuse me mister
Im 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 im back, black, heavens-to- betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
Im not the new kids, but im knockin blocks off, sonny
Yep i rock like the stones cos im rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, i know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport cos im 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, im knockin em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire
Tally racker, im 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
Im comin like the redcoats to toast an mc hammer
So jumpin jahosa, thats 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, im harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles
Then ill giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day ill do ya
Im the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to dallas
Hes the don, have you seen my grey poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chong
We can do this, i kiggity-cant lose like martha lewis
Get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was you-is
Goddamn, im sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock
Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, whats ya handle?
Cos now i got the siggity-sock soup like campbells
And downnnnnnnnnnnn
Chorus: (x8)
'now im gonna show you how the east coast rocks' ---> krs-one
'baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this'
'its like that yall, you dont stop'