Cbgbs Lyrics - De La Soul

Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up 

Surfin' on a curb from inception of a set-up 

Planet in black granite, halos above it 

The autopsy can't top me, beloved 

Dissect survival, passed on a whisper 

Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the 

Boys who shot joy inside the violent 

(Hell from New York) with a mars inside it 

This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?) 

They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby) 

I rev it like Run, the squint in the sun 

I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb 

A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom 

Like typo, might go, dope in the stash 

Crooked counterfeits (we keep it straight cash) 

Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) 

Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) 

Crooked counterfeits (straight cash) 

(Cash, cash) 

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