Das Efx - East Coast Lyrics
Intro/chorus:Now Im gonna show you how the east coast rocks ---> krs-oneBaby, baby, baby, baby, clap to thisIts like that yall, you dont stop*repeat x2*Now Im gonna show you how the east coast rocks? ? ? are jumpin out of shoes and socksVerse one: dray, booksHiggity-hey hun, check out the way I friggity-freak the track, ummI diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, ummWit the books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingleI giggity-gots the rhymes like ? ? ? ? ? ? got the wrinkleCheck the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundyI piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, Ill take you *? mundy? *Yes its i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papersI higgity-hump and rump cos Im rough like sandpaperSo pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistolAnd sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsuI sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, Im bound, silly creepI leave a rapper with a single boundYes I rips up the west, Im the best, Im no jokinI run up shit creek and freak the backstrokeSo books freak it, provide the funk alligatorYo Im out but Ill be back like schwarzeneggerWiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well its, umm, meThe bumble b boogity woogity book the loopyDouble o-k-iggity s, Im slickI giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dickAw shit, Im swingin it from the east coast, sureI dont surf, but got more props than pop smurfWho? me, yep, look at the way Im slingin it to ya poppyI riggity rock the crowd at the grand ole opiBut when speakin upon myself, I stays private like benjaminHoney, Ill knock the boots and if youre tough Ill knock the timberlandsOoooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tockIm runnin my tongue with the quickness now Im back like alfred hitch*****Im shod-dy, Im swingin it like a san diego padreBrooklyns in the house so mother***** *? we go swavy? *I dont need to diss ya but excuse me misterIm sinkin ya battleships just ask professor or the skipperAnd downnnnnnnnChorusInterlude: (*das efx giving shoutouts to other east coast rappers*)Verse two: dray, booksYo Im back, black, heavens-to-betsy, time to get deuceI take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juiceIm not the new kids, but Im knockin blocks off, sonnyYep I rock like the stones cos Im rollin in the moneySo diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovelI kick straps for sport cos Im short like barney rubbleCheck the slang, boogity-bang, umm, I goes berserkWhen I flex like popeye, I fight like cap kirkSo bozo, Im knockin em out the box by the pair-emHigh strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaireTally racker, Im dapper, the rootin tootin rapperI diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapperThe slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammarIm comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammerSo jumpin jahosa, thats yesireeThe books-in-reverse kicks a verse............like, aah, bbdI whips it, I smacks it, I flips itWith slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, I slaps lipsLike lipstick, Im harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddlesI bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittlesThen Ill giggle, hee-hee-haHiggity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day Ill do yaIm the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboyI skip, flip back to dallasHes the don, have you seen my grey poupon?Bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chongWe can do this, I kiggity-cant lose like martha lewisGet the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-isGoddamn, Im sittin on the bay by the dockSmokin, strokin on my big fat *****Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, whats ya handle?Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like campbellsAnd downnnnnnnnnnnnChorus: (x8)Now Im gonna show you how the east coast rocks ---> krs-oneBaby, baby, baby, baby, clap to thisIts like that yall, you dont stop
