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"Nobody move, nobody get hurt" |
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Take a look around baby, yeh my whole crews ugly |
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But we still got the most game, the most money |
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The most hos, the most honeys, it's so funny |
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How you hate my fuckin' guts but at the same time love me |
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From the Lincoln to the gold to the lowrinding bike |
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I always catch you hatin' but you know that you like |
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What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less |
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I'm chillin' smokin' chronic while you're chokin' on stress |
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2] |
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I see you're mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat |
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Is it the cash I made on whacks or the cocaine sacks? |
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To the crew I roll with or the one that you lack |
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I wish you would come around, I'd lay you flat on your back |
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You better hope you fuckin' miss me if you see me drinkin' whiskey |
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You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy |
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Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over |
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catchin tats at 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker |
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2] |
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I never sing, no, never, I only shout |
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We're coming clean forever, without a doubt |
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Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better watch out |
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Yeh, Transplants don't give a fuck, that's where we're at |
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So here we come again with our original style |
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I said 'Who the fuck are you? I been here for a while.' |
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We got Distillers, AFI, LFB, and Crystal Sound |
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Transplants are fearless and the most original |
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2] |
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"Nobody move, nobody get hurt" |
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2] |
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If you think I give a fuck, well you better think twice |
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U.S. Thugs, Wolfpack, and I ain't nothing nice |
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Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes |
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Noose from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time |
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Blow minds with rhymes to break spines |
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Transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind |
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With a crow to your doe', make you flip like a flapjack |
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Two tall cans and a packet of blackjacks |
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2] |
