Testo Tall Cans In The Air - Transplants
Testo della canzone Tall Cans In The Air (Transplants), tratta dall'album Transplants
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Take a look around, baby, yeah, my whole crew's ugly
But we still got the most game, the most money
The most hoes, the most horny, it's so funny
How d'you hate my fuckin' guts but at the same time love me
From the Lincoln to the gold, to the lowriding bike
I always catch you hatin' but you know that you like
What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less
I'm chillin' smokin' chronic while you're chokin' on stress
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
I see you're mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat
Is it the cash I made on whacks or the cocaine sacks?
Is it the crew I roll with or the one that you lack?
I wish you would come around, I'd lay you flat on your back
You better hope you fuckin' miss me if you see me drinkin' whiskey
You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy
Whether drunk, high or sober, yeah, we're still gettin' over
Catching tats at 3 AM, head to toe, tread to joker
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
I never sing, no, never, I only shout
We're coming clean forever, without a doubt
Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better watch out
Yeah, Transplants don't give a fuck, that's where we're at
So, here we come again with our original style
I said, who the fuck are you? I've been here for a while
We got Distillers, AFI, LFB and Crystal Sound
Transplants are fearless and the most original
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
If you think I give a fuck, well, you better think twice
US Thugs, Wolfpack, and I ain't nothing nice
Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes
Noose from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time
Blow minds with rhymes designed to break spikes
Transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind
With a chrome to your dome, make you flip like a flapjack
Two tall cans and a packet of blackjack
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em (fuck you)
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Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Rob Aston
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