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 Ill 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 Y