| Song | East Coast |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Dead Serious |
| 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" |
| Intro chorus: | |
| " now i' m gonna show you how the east coast rocks" krsone | |
| " 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 | |
| Higgityhey hun, check out the way i friggityfreak the track, umm | |
| I diggitydoraymefahso nigga me go like that, umm | |
| Wit the books, iggityoops, i get more poopcrocks for jingle | |
| I giggitygots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle | |
| Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like bundy | |
| I piggitypack the skits, so save the shit, i' ll take you ? mundy? | |
| Yes it' s i, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers | |
| I higgityhump 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 | |
| Wiggitywait a minute, giggityguess who, well it' s, umm, me | |
| The bumble b boogity woogity book the loopy | |
| Double okiggity s, i' m slick | |
| I giggitygot more stiggitystyles 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, miggitymajor rolex and tick tock | |
| I' m runnin my tongue with the quickness now i' m back like alfred hitchcock | |
| I' m shoddy, 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, heavenstobetsy, 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 diggityask about, i know you digs me like a shovel | |
| I kick straps for sport cos i' m short like barney rubble | |
| Check the slang, boogitybang, 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 pairem | |
| High strung, my tongue got moves like fred astaire | |
| Tally racker, i' m dapper, the rootin tootin rapper | |
| I diggitydrops the funk so you can call me yippityyapper | |
| The slippery slick sister, stiggitystart the grammar | |
| I' m comin like the red coats to toast an mc hammer | |
| So jumpin jahosa, that' s yesiree | |
| The booksinreverse 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 hardon, never tend up like fiddles | |
| I bust foots for kicks, eat up trix and some skittles | |
| Then i' ll giggle, heeheeha | |
| Higgityhallelujah totodabberday 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 kiggitycan' t lose like martha lewis | |
| Get the picture? i rock upon misfa if i was youis | |
| Goddamn, i' m sittin on the bay by the dock | |
| Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock | |
| Cos spare you, breaker 19, what' s ya handle? | |
| Cos now i got the siggitysock soup like campbell' s | |
| And downnnnnnnnnnnn | |
| Chorus: x8 | |
| " now i' m gonna show you how the east coast rocks" krsone | |
| " baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this" | |
| " it' s like that y' all, you don' t stop" |