TALL CANS IN THE AIR transplants REALLY GOOD SONG / -scratch string intro: e--1-1-1-1--/slide tu 9th fret and back tu fith fret/--0-0-- b--2-2-2-2--/slide tu 9th fret and back tu fith fret/--5-5-- g-----------------------------------------------------------REPHEAT 4X d----------------------------------------------------------- a----------------------------------------------------------- E----------------------------------------------------------- RIFF that comes right after that also CHORUS e---------------------------- b--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--5/7-- g--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--5/7-- REPHEAT 3X d--1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1--3/5-- a---------------------------- E---------------------------- VERSe E------------------------------ B------------------------------ G----3--------3---------------- REPHEAT AS MANY X NEEDED!!!(A LOT) D--3-3-3-5--3-3---------------- A--3-1-3-5--3-1---------------- E--1---1-3--1------------------ SOLO e--1-2-3-0-0-0-0----------------------0-0-5-5--------0---------0--4--- b--------5-5-5-5-------5--5--5-/9/5---5-0-5-0-------5-5---4-5-4-----1- g-----------------3-3-1--0--0-------5---------3-2-1-----5------------- d-----------------0-----------------0-------------------0------------- a--------------------------------------------------------------------- E--------------------------------------------------------------------- """"'LYRICS"""" verse Take a look around baby, yeah my whole crews ugly But we still got the most game, the most money The most hoes, the most honeys, it's so funny How you hate my fu**in' 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, nothing more, nothing less I'm chillin' smokin' chron** while you're chokin' on stress chorus Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fu** you! [x2] verse I see you're mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat Is it the cash I made on whacks or the coca*** sacks? To 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 fuck**' miss me if you see me drinkin' whisk** You know, me and Diablos get way past tipsy Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over Can't you talk to 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker chous Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fu** you! [x2] verse I never sing, no, never, I only shout We're coming clean forever, without a doubt Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better watch out Yeh, Transplants don't give a fu**, that's where we're at So here we come again with our original style I said 'Who the fu** are you? I been here for a while.' We got Distillers, AFI, LFB, and Cryst** Sound Transplants are fearless and the most original chorus Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fu** you! [x2] "Nobody move, nobody get hurt" Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fu** you! [x2] (GUITAR SOLO) verse If you think I give a fu**, well you better think twice U.S. Thugs, Wolfpack, and I ain't nothing nice Check the date and time, lyrically committing hate crimes Noose from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time Blow minds with rhymes designed to break spikes 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 Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fu** you! [x2]