paroles de chanson East Coast - Das EFX
"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"
"MC′s
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
look
at
me
me
go
like
that,
umm
Wit
the
Books,
iggity-oops,
I
get
more
poopcrocks
for
jingle
I
giggity-gots
the
rhymes
like
Ronald
Reagan
got
the
wrinkles
Check
the
real
wild,
my
ill
style
gets
worked
out
like
Bundy
I
piggity-pack
the
skits,
so
save
the
shit,
for
Peggy
Bundy*
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,
jerk
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
Opry
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,
Miggidy
made
your
Rolex
say
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
Rico
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
loose
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
jahosafat,
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
Randy
travis
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
Parker
Lewis
Get
the
picture?
I
rock
the
barmitsfa
if
I
was
jewish
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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