East Coast *Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks* *It's like that y'all, you don't stop* (Hook 3x) *Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks* *MC's are jumpin out of shoes and socks* Higgity-hey, 'hon, check out the way I friggity-freak the track, um I diggity-do-ray-me-fah, so- so look at me go like that I'm with the Books, iggity-oops, I get more pop rocks for jingle I giggity-gots the rhymes like Ronald Reagan got the wrinkles Check the real wild, my ill style gets Crocodile like Dundee I fliggity-flap the skits, so save the shxt for Peggy Bundy Yes, it's I, the yippity-zippity bad boy with papers I higgity-huff and puff, 'cause I'm rough like sandpaper So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol I flip like a flapjack and kick like jiujitsu I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm down Silly creep, I leap a rapper with a single bound Yes, I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no joke, 'hon I won the shxt quick 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, um, me The bumble-B, boogity-woogity book the loopy Double O-K-iggity S, I'm slick I giggity-gots more stiggity-styles than Moby got **** Aw shxt, I'm swingin' in 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...) I miggity-major Rolex and tick-tock I'm rollin' my tongue with the quickness Now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock Or Sade, I'm swingin' in like a San Diego Padre Brooklyn's in the house, so mother fxck Rico Suave! I don't mean to diss ya, but excuse me, mister I'm sinkin your battleship, just ask Professor or the Skipper And now *Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks* *It's like that y'all, you don't stop* (Hook 3x) *Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks* *MC's are jumpin out of shoes and socks* EPMD Have fun, Heavy D Redman Special Ed Main Source Yo, Slick Rick the ruler Brand Nubian 'Kay, K-Solo A Tribe Called Quest Gang stiggity-Starr Beat it, mister chibby-chib Chubster BDP Kool G Rapper Yo, I'm back, man, heavens to Betsy, time to get loose I take a bite out of 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 plus I'm rollin' in the money, so Yiggity-yikes I'm hype, I know you digs me like a shovel I kick raps for sport, plus I'm short like Barney Rubble Check the slang, boogity-bang, um, 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 Tallywhacker, 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 Jehosophat, yesiree The Books in reverse kicks a verse Like a BBD, I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it With slick shxt, when shxt hits the fan, man I slaps lips like lipstick I'm harder than a hard-on, never tender like vittles I bust fronts for kicks, eat a Twix and some Skittles Then I'll giggle, hehehe...he...ha! Higgity-hallelujah, toots, a dab a day'll do ya I'm the baddest, got more fans than Randy Travis, makes a cowboy Hop, 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 ciggity-can't lose like Parker Lewis Get the picture? I'd rock a bar mitzvah if I was Jewish Goddamn, I'm sittin on the bay by the dock Smokin', strokin' on my big fat cocker spaniel Breaker 1-9, what's ya handle? 'Cause now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's And now *Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks* *It's like that y'all, you don't stop* (Hook repeat)