"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