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 you're tough I'll knock the
  Timberland's
  Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and 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 *?we go 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 deuce
  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 jahosa, that's 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 Red Jarvis 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 Martha Lewis
  Get the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is
  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"