Das Efx - East Coast lyrics

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 n***a 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 sh**, 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 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, 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 hitchco*k I'm shod-dy, i'm swingin it like a san diego padre Brooklyn's in the house so motherf** *?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 sh**, when sh** 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 co*k 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"