Tall Cans in the Air

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