BBQ
Cibo Matto * Track #4 On Super Relax EP
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Album Super Relax EP
BBQ by Cibo Matto
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Only live recordings of this song are currently available, making the lyrics dubious as the vocals are difficult to make out across all versions. There are also several versions of the song, as each recording differs slightly during the bridge and vocalizations. The best effort has been taken to rec...
BBQ Lyrics
[Intro]
[?]
Check check check, 1, 2
[?]
1, 2, 1, 2
Oh oh oh
Check check check, 1, 2
[?]
1, 2, 1, 2
What's happenin'?
What's up?
Alright, [?]
Brooklyn, in New York City
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Aah!
[Verse]
Here is 1996
You've got yourself a smoking kit
Flavour, aroma, working out the tricks
Twenty-four hours, seven days a week
Bake it, take it, make it funky!
Let’s get greasy! Let’s get chunky!
Taste it, feel it, check this shit out!
[?] keeping me up in the sky!
Sitting on the dock of the east river
So you want a water, maybe kind and clever
Pick it all up, let your sister know what's up
[Chorus]
All my peeps in the Bronx, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Brooklyn, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Queens, we don't stop!
Ain't no nothing like BBQ!
[Verse]
Here is 1996
You've got yourself a smoking kit
Flavour, aroma, working out the tricks
Twenty-four hours, eight days a week
Bake it, take it, make it funky!
Let’s get greasy! Let’s get chunky!
Taste it, feel it, check this shit out!
[?] keeping me up in the sky!
Sitting on the dock of the east river
So you want a water, maybe kind and clever
Pick it all up, let your sister know what's up
[Chorus]
All my peeps in the Bronx, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Brooklyn, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Queens, we don't stop!
Ain't no nothing like BBQ!
[Bridge]
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
B to the B to the B to the B to the
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
B to the B to the B to the B to the
B to the B to the Q, BBQ
[?]
What's up?
[vocalisation]
[Verse]
Here is 1996
You've got yourself a smoking kit
Flavour, aroma, working out the tricks
Twenty-four hours, ten days a week
Bake it, take it, make it funky!
Let’s get greasy! Let’s get chunky!
Taste it, feel it, check this shit out!
[?] keeping me up in the sky!
Sitting on the dock of the east river
So you want a water, maybe kind and clever
Pick it all up, let your sister know what's up
[Chorus]
All my peeps in the Bronx, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Brooklyn, we don't stop!
All my peeps in Queens, we don't stop!
Ain't no nothing like BBQ!
[Outro]
[vocalisation] B to the B to the Q to the Q to the
BBQ! [vocalisation]
BBQ! [vocalisation]
BBQ! [vocalisation]
BBQ! [vocalisation] (Hey, hey, hey)
BBQ! [vocalisation] (Hey, hey, hey)
BBQ! [vocalisation] (Hey, hey, hey)