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