Artist: Das EFX Album: Dead Serious Song: East Coast Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org 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"