Tall Cans in the Air

Intro E|-----------------------| B|-----------------------| G|--10-10-10-10-10-7-7---| D|-----------------------| A|-----------------------| 4x E|-----------------------| 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 f**kin' 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 stress Chorus D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! 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 f**kin' 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 joker Chorus D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k 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 f**k, that's where we're at D G So here we come again with our original style D G I said 'Who the f**k 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 original Chorus D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! "Nobody move, nobody get hurt" Solo D G (9x) Chorus D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! Verse 4 D G If you think I give a f**k, 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 blackjack Chorus D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G G Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... f**k you! D G (8x)