Das Efx

[Intro/Chorus:]
[KRS-One] "Now Im gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"Its like that yall, you dont stop"
[x2]
"Now Im 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, Ill take you mundy
Yes its I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos Im 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, Im bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes I rips up the West, Im the best, Im no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo Im out but "ILL BE BACK" like Schwarzenegger
Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well its, umm, me
The bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy
double O-K-iggity S, Im slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick
Aw shit, Im swingin it from the East Coast, sure
I dont surf, but got more props than Pop Smurf
Who? Me, yep, look at the way Im 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, Ill knock the boots and if youre tough Ill knock the Timberlands
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
Im runnin my tongue with the quickness now Im back like Alfred Hitchcock
Im shod-dy, Im swingin it like a San Diego Padre
Brooklyns in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*
I dont need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
Im 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 Im back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
Im not the new kids, but Im knockin blocks off, sonny
Yep I rock like the Stones cos Im rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport cos Im 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, Im knockin em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, Im 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
Im comin like the Red Coats to toast an MC Hammer
So jumpin jahosa, thats 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, Im harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles
then Ill giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-Hallelujah to-to-dabber-day Ill do ya
Im the baddest, got more fans than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to Dallas
Hes the Don, have you seen my grey poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than Cheech and Chong
We can do this, I kiggity-cant lose like Martha Lewis
Get the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is
Goddamn, Im sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock
Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, whats ya handle?
Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbells
and downnnnnnnnnnnn
[Chorus: x8]
[KRS-One] "Now Im gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"Its like that yall, you dont stop"
[ East Coast Lyrics ]