Transplants - Tall Cans In The Air

Take a look around baby, yeh my whole crews ugly But we still got the most game, the most money The most hos, the most honeys, its so funny How you hate my fuckin guts but at the same time love me From the lincoln to the gold to the lowrinding bike I always catch you hatin but you know that you like What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less Im chillin smokin chronic while youre chokin on stress Tall cans in the air, let me see em ... fuck you! [x2] I see youre 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, Id 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 still get it over Catchin tats at 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker Tall cans in the air, let me see em ... fuck you! [x2] I never sing, no, never, I only shout Were coming clean forever, without a doubt Like a machine gun trigger, youd better watch out Yeh, transplants dont give a fuck, thats where were 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 crystal sound Transplants are fearless and the most original Tall cans in the air, let me see em ... fuck you! [x2] nobody move, nobody get hurt Tall cans in the air, let me see em ... fuck you! [x2] If you think I give a fuck, well you better think twice U.s. thugs, wolfpack, and I aint nothing nice Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes Noose from the cord of my mic, now its hang time Blow minds with rhymes to break spines Transplants comin through and were one of a kind With a crow to your doe, make you flip like a flapjack Two tall cans and a packet of blackjacks Tall cans in the air, let me see em ... fuck you! [x2]