Lyrics What I Can't Describe - Transplants, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Godfather

What I Can't Describe - Transplants, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Godfather
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I Can't Describe, artist - Transplants.
Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

What I Can't Describe

You said money cant buy me love and that’s true
But money can buy me drugs so that’s cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I’m feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I’ll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game’s over, I’m dying alone
I take my last breath (last breath)
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside)
Its like Im past it (past it)
Its what I cant describe (cant describe)
(Guest)
Yeah, that’s what it is it ain’t me to complain
Cut khakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang
transplanted but i came
west forward so let it flame
they love the music
so let the funky beat blaze
we keep it G’d up with the heat up Royal crown, tequilla
six trey with the usos
puffin on the silver black guerrilla
on a Saturday after noon
alpines 808 go boom soo oo oowee
For the G’s and the harmony
I take my last breath (last breath)
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside)
Its like Im past it (past it)
Its what I cant describe (cant describe)
[Bridge sing this)
Cause everyone’s victim
And everyone’s a target
And everyone’s an enemy
The reason that I spark it
(Tim sing this)
In this life I got everything I wanted
Money and fame but I don’t flaunt it Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Got a car, get a car, then we’re gone
Ain’t gonna stop till the early morn
Ain’t gonna stop till the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over now you know its on
(Rob sing again)
From the land of the lost where the good die young
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time test me and I’ll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time
I’ve heard it all before and nope Im not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke im not lying
I could get it next you could get it right now
I roll with samoans, if you want I’ll show you how
I take my last breath (last breath)
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside)
Its like Im past it (past it)
Its what I cant describe (cant describe)
let the funky beat blaze
let the funky beat blaze

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