Das Efx - East Coast
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"
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"