
Date of issue: 30.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tall Cans In The Air |
nobody move, nobody get hurt |
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! |
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! |
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! |
nobody move, nobody get hurt |
Tall cans in the air, let me see em … fuck you! |
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! |
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