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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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