East Coast

[Hook]

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(MC's are jumpin out of shoes and socks)

[Verse 1: Dray]

Higgity-hey, 'hon, check out the way I friggity-freak the track, um

I diggity-do-ray-me-fah, so- so look at me go like that

I'm with the Books, iggity-oops, I get more pop rocks for jingle

I giggity-gots the rhymes like Ronald Reagan got the wrinkles

Check the real wild, my ill style gets Crocodile like Dundee

I fliggity-flap the skits, so save the {shit} for Peggy Bundy

Yes, it's I, the yippity-zippity bad boy with papers

I higgity-huff and puff, 'cause I'm rough like sandpaper

So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol

I flip like a flapjack and kick like jiujitsu

I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm down

Silly creep, I leap a rapper with a single bound

Yes, I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no joke, 'hon

I won the {shit} quick and freak the backstroke

So Books, freak it, provide the funk alligator

Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back like Schwarzenegger

[Verse 2: Books]

Wiggity-wait a minute!

Giggity-guess who, well it's, um, me

The bumble-B, boogity-woogity book the loopy

Double O-K-iggity S, I'm slick

I giggity-gots more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick

Aw {shit}, I'm swingin' in from the East Coast, jerk

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 Opry

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...) I miggity-major Rolex and tick-tock

I'm rollin' my tongue with the quickness

Now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock

Or Sade, I'm swingin' in like a San Diego Padre

Brooklyn's in the house, so mother{fuck} Rico Suave!

I don't mean to diss ya, but excuse me, mister

I'm sinkin your battleship, just ask Professor or the Skipper

And now

[Hook]

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(MC's are jumpin out of shoes and socks)

[Bridge]

EPMD

Have fun, Heavy D

Redman

Special Ed

Main Source

Yo, Slick Rick the ruler

Brand Nubian

'Kay, K-Solo

A Tribe Called Quest

Gang stiggity-Starr

Beat it, mister chibby-chib Chubster

BDP

Kool G Rap

[Verse 3: Dray]

Yo, I'm back, man, heavens to Betsy, time to get loose

I take a bite out of 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 plus I'm rollin' in the money, so

Yiggity-yikes I'm hype, I know you digs me like a shovel

I kick raps for sport, plus I'm short like Barney Rubble

Check the slang, boogity-bang, um, 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

Tallywhacker, 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 Jehosophat, yesiree

The Books in reverse kicks a verse

[Verse 4: Books]

Like a 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 tender like vittles

I bust fronts for kicks, eat a Twix and some Skittles

Then I'll giggle, hehehe...he...ha!

Higgity-hallelujah, toots, a dab a day'll do ya

I'm the baddest, got more fans than Randy Travis, makes a cowboy

Hop, 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 ciggity-can't lose like Parker Lewis

Get the picture? I'd rock a bar mitzvah if I was Jewish

Goddamn, I'm sittin on the bay by the dock

Smokin', strokin' on my big fat cock

-er spaniel, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?

'Cause now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's

And now

[Hook]

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

[Hook]

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)

(Make em make em make em clap to this)

(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)