(Don't worry about it..)



[Daddy-O]

Yeah.. whassup niggaz?  We in here, uhh..



Now do you wanna start this?  Well I don't think you do

If we was in L.A. boy, a martyr's what they'd call you

But since we're on the East coast, I'll just say ya punk

a little nuttin ass frontin ass nigga poppin junk

You can say this beat's, a little somethin for you to ride to

I might be kickin your hyde too, so watch it where you step

This is deep fried funk, like the chicken in the chop

(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)



[Chorus: unknown singers]



East coast is funky, so funky

So parlay to the Daddy-O funk

East coast is funky, so funky

So parlay to the Daddy-O funk

(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)



[Daddy-O]

Now this ain't Oaktown, it's New York son

but the funk still flows like it does with Ant Banks and Spice 1

Takin no prisoners, makin sure I come off

cause iffin I don't, niggaz think I'm goin soft

I had to come back strong, cause it was quiet on the Stet

So I'm givin you a taste of how funky I can get

Kickin a do-re-mi-fa-suck-my-{TASTE}

Twelve cuts on the LP, so what's your pick?

And if you can't take it, then back up off my ego

Gimme a break, or just let a nigga know

So when you start askin me, who got the props?

(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)



[Chorus]



[Daddy-O]

I grew up po', and the streets were rough

And when times were hard, a nigga had to get tough

So when I was broke, I had to take to the street

Ten and twenty deep, duckin from the heat

East packin no chrome, cause it shines in the dark

Only black steel as I roll through the park

People said I was mean, I was doin what I had to

Needed some dough, I wouldn't hesitate to rob you

And I might get stopped by the cops

Ripped of my props and I might get locked

But I don't care, at least I ain't concerned

And if this is a lesson then I guess I gotta learn

But I ain't goin out like a sap

Cause if they lock me up you best to think I'm comin back

Grabbin my gun, and as the hammer gets cocked

(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)



[Chorus]



(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)

(NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks)



[singers ad lib to end + Chorus again at end]