Текст песни 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
1 Genesis
2 Royalty Capes
3 Pain
4 Property of Spitkicker.com
5 Memory of... (US)
6 CBGBS
7 Lord Intended
8 Snoopies (with David Byrne)
9 Greyhounds
10 Sexy Bitch
11 Trainwreck
12 Drawn
13 Whoodeeni
14 Nosed Up
15 You Go Dave (A Goldblatt Presentation)
16 Here in After
17 Exodus
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