Intro/Chorus:
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---] KRS-One
"Make em make em make em 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 n***a 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 croc-dile like Dundee
I piggity-pack the skits, so save the sh**, for Peggy Bundy
Yes it's I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-huff and puff cos I'm rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol
I flip like a flapjack and kick like jiujitsu
I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm down, silly creep
I leap a rapper with a single bound
Yes I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no jokin
I run up sh** 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 sh**, 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, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now I'm back like Alfred Hitchco*k
Or Sade, I'm swingin it like a San Diego Padre
Brooklyn's in the house so motherf** Rico Suave
I don't need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
I'm sinkin ya battleships just ask Professor or the Skipper
And now
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 plus I'm rollin in the money
So yiggity-yikes I'm hype, I know you digs me like a shovel
I kick raps for sport plus 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
Tallywhacker, 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 Jehosophat, yesiree
The Books-in-reverse kicks a verse......
......like, aah, BBD
I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it
With slick sh**, when sh** hits the fan, man, I slaps lips
Like lipstick, I'm harder than a hard-on, never tender like vittles
I bust fronts for kicks, eat a Twix and some Skittles
Then I'll giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-Hallelujah toots, a dab a day'll do ya
I'm the baddest, got more fans than Randy Travis, makes a cowboy
Hop, 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'd rock a bar mitzvah if I was Jewish
Goddamn, I'm sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat co*k-
Er spaniel, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?
Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's
And now
Chorus: (x8)
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---] KRS-One
"Ma-ma-ma-ma-make 'em clap to this"
"It's like that y'all, you don't stop"