East Coast Lyrics

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 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 sh*t 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 motherf**k *?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 sh*t 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"