Written by Tim Armstrong/Rob Aston
Intro: D G (4x)Verse D G Take a look around baby, yeah my whole crews ugly D G But we still got the most game, the most money D G The most hoes, the most honeys, it's so funny D G How you hate my fuckin' guts but at the same time love me D G From the Lincoln to the gold to the lowriding bike D G I always catch you hatin' but you know that you like D G What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less D G I'm chillin' smokin' chronic while you're chokin' on stresshide this tabE|-----------------------| B|-----------------------| G|--10-10-10-10-10-7-7---| D|-----------------------| A|-----------------------| 4x E|-----------------------|Intro D G (4x) verse 2 D G I see you're mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat D G Is it the cash I made on whacks or the cocaine sacks? D G To the crew I roll with or the one that you lack D G I wish you would come around, I'd lay you flat on your back D G You better hope you fuckin' miss me if you see me drinkin' whisky D G You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy D G Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over D G Can't you talk to 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to jokerD G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!verse 3 D G I never sing, no, never, I only shout D G We're coming clean forever, without a doubt D G Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better watch out D G Yeah, Transplants don't give a fuck, that's where we're at D G So here we come again with our original style D G I said 'Who the fuck are you? I been here for a while.' D G We got Distillers, AFI, LFB, and Crysthy Sound D G Transplants are fearless and the most originalD G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!Solo D G (9x)D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! "Nobody move, nobody get hurt"verse 4 D G If you think I give a fuck, well you better think twice D G U.S. Thugs, Wolfpack, and I ain't nothing nice D G Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes D G Noose from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time D G Blow minds with rhymes designed to break spikes D G Transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind D G With a chrome to your dome, make you flip like a flapjack D G Two tall cans and a packet of blackjackD G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!D G (8x)D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! D G D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
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