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"