Tall Cans In The Air

Intro: (4x) E|-----------------------| B|-----------------------| G|--10-10-10-10-10-7-7---| D|-----------------------| A|-----------------------| 4x E|-----------------------| Verse Take a look around baby, yeah my whole crews ugly But we still got the most game, the most money The most hoes, the most honeys, it's so funny How 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! Intro (4x) verse 2 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? To 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' whisky You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over Can't you talk to 3 a.m., 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! verse 3 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 been here for a while.' We got Distillers, AFI, LFB, and Crysthy 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 move, nobody get hurt" Solo (9x) Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! verse 4 If you think I give a fuck, well you better think twice U.S. 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! (8x)