[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 cocker 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
