Tall Cans In The Air(Chords)

	        
Intro: D G (4x) 

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Verse 

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Take a look around baby, yeah my whole crews ugly 
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But we still got the most game, the most money 
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The most hoes, 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 lowriding 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! 
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Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! 


Intro 

D G (4x) 


verse 2 

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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' whisky 
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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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Can't you talk to 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker 

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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 

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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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Yeah, 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 Crysthy Sound 
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Transplants are fearless and the most original 


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

'Nobody move, nobody get hurt' 



Solo 

D    G     (9x) 


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


verse 4 

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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 designed to break spikes 
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Transplants comin' through and we're one of a kind 
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With a chrome to your dome, make you flip like a flapjack 
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Two tall cans and a packet of blackjack 

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) 

	        

Written by Tim Armstrong/Rob Aston