TALL CANS IN THE AIR
transplants
REALLY GOOD SONG
/ -scratch string
intro:
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b--2-2-2-2--/slide tu 9th fret and back tu fith fret/--5-5--
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RIFF that comes right after that also CHORUS
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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--
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VERSe
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G----3--------3---------------- REPHEAT AS MANY X NEEDED!!!(A LOT)
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A--3-1-3-5--3-1----------------
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[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/t/transplants/tall_cans_in_the_air_tab.html ]
SOLO
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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-------------
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""""'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]
