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Tall Cans In The Air chords

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Tabbed by: FabioBlenderBR

[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 fuckin' 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                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
D                               G                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck 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 fuckin' 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                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
D                               G                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck 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 fuck, that's where we're at
    D                            G
So here we come again with our original style
         D                            G
I said 'Who the fuck 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                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
D                               G                 
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!

"Nobody move, nobody get hurt"


[Solo]

D    G     (9x)


[Chorus]

D                               G                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
D                               G                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!


[Verse 4]

        D                             G
If you think I give a fuck, 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                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!
D                               G                   D            G
Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!

D   G     (8x)
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Tabbed by: FabioBlenderBR

            
            
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