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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
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