East Coast

(앨범: Dead Serious - 1992)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(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 I'll style gets Crocodile like Dundee
I fliggity-flap the skits, so save the {shit} 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 {shit} 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 Dick
Aw {shit}, I'm swinging 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 slinging it to ya, poppy
I riggity-rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opry
But when speaking 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 rolling my tongue with the quickness
Now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock
Or Sade, I'm swinging in like a San Diego Padre
Brooklyn's in the house, so mother {fuck} 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)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(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 rolling 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 rooting tooting 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 {shit}, when {shit} 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
Smoking, stroking 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)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(Make em make em make em clap to this)
(It's like that y'all, you don't stop)