CBGBS - 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)

You’re a peanut with a cashew