tall cans in the air
Singer:transplants
but we still got the most game
how 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
i'm chillin' smokin' chronic while you're chokin' on stress
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
me and diablos get way past tipsy
yeah we're still gettin' over
let me see 'em. fuck you!
we're coming clean forever
like a machine gun trigger
transplants don't give a fuck
so here we come again with our original style
i said 'who the fuck are you? i been here for a while.'
transplants are fearless and the most original
let me see 'em. fuck you!
let me see 'em. fuck you!
if you think i give a fuck
well you better think twice
lyrically committing hate crimes
noose from the cord of my mic
blow minds with rhymes designed to break spines
transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind
with a chrome to your dome
make you flip like a flapjack
two tall cans and a packet of blackjack
let me see 'em. fuck you!