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Intro chorus: |
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" now i' m gonna show you how the east coast rocks" --- krs-one |
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" baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this" |
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" it' s like that y' all, you don' t stop" |
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repeat x2 |
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" now i' m gonna show you how the east coast rocks" |
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"? ? ? are jumpin out of shoes and socks" |
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Verse one: dray, books |
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Higgity-hey hun, check out the way i friggity-freak the track, umm |
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I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm |
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Wit the books, iggity-oops, i get more poopcrocks for jingle |
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I giggity-gots the rhymes like? ? ? ? ? ? got the wrinkle |
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Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundy |
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I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, i' ll take you? mundy? |
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Yes it' s i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers |
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I higgity-hump and rump cos i' m rough like sandpaper |
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So pucker up and whistle, i blast just like a pistol |
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And sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu |
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I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, i' m bound, silly creep |
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I leave a rapper with a single bound |
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Yes i rips up the west, i' m the best, i' m no jokin |
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I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke |
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So books freak it, provide the funk alligator |
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Yo i' m out but " i' ll be back" like schwarzenegger |
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Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it' s, umm, me |
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The bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy |
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Double o-k-iggity s, i' m slick |
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I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than moby got dick |
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Aw shit, i' m swingin it from the east coast, sure |
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I don' t surf, but got more props than pop smurf |
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Who? me, yep, look at the way i' m slingin it to ya poppy |
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I riggity rock the crowd at the grand ole opi |
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But when speakin upon myself, i stays private like benjamin |
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Honey, i' ll knock the boots and if you' re tough i' ll knock the timberland' s |
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Ooooooh, miggity-major rolex and tick tock |
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I' m runnin my tongue with the quickness now i' m back like alfred hitchcock |
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I' m shod-dy, i' m swingin it like a san diego padre |
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Brooklyn' s in the house so motherfuck? we go swavy? |
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I don' t need to diss ya but excuse me mister |
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I' m sinkin ya battleships just ask professor or the skipper |
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And downnnnnnnn |
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Chorus |
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Interlude: das efx giving shoutouts to other east coast rappers |
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Verse two: dray, books |
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Yo i' m back, black, heavens-to-betsy, time to get deuce |
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I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice |
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I' m not the new kids, but i' m knockin blocks off, sonny |
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Yep i rock like the stones cos i' m rollin in the money |
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So diggity-ask about, i know you digs me like a shovel |
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I kick straps for sport cos i' m short like barney rubble |
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Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, i goes berserk |
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When i flex like popeye, i fight like cap' kirk |
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So bozo, i' m knockin em out the box by the pair-em |
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High strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire |
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Tally racker, i' m dapper, the rootin tootin rapper |
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I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper |
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The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar |
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I' m comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammer |
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So jumpin jahosa, that' s yesiree |
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The books-in-reverse kicks a verse. . . . . . |
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. . . . . . like, aah, bbd |
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I whips it, i smacks it, i flips it |
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With slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, i slaps lips |
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Like lipstick, i' m harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles |
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I bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles |
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Then i' ll giggle, hee-hee-ha |
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Higgity-hallelujah to-to-dabber-day i' ll do ya |
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I' m the baddest, got more fans than red jarvis makes a cowboy |
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I skip, flip back to dallas |
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He' s the don, have you seen my grey poupon? |
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Bust this, we roll more spliffs than cheech and chong |
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We can do this, i kiggity-can' t lose like martha lewis |
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Get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was you-is |
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Goddamn, i' m sittin on the bay by the dock |
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Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock |
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Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what' s ya handle? |
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Cos now i got the siggity-sock soup like campbell' s |
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And downnnnnnnnnnnn |
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Chorus: x8 |
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" now i' m gonna show you how the east coast rocks" --- krs-one |
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" baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this" |
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" it' s like that y' all, you don' t stop" |