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Lyrics for 'East Coast' by 'Das Efx'
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"
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