Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CBGBS, artist - De La Soul. Date of issue: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CBGBS |
| 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 |