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