Letra East Coast de Das Efx original
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 I'll 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'