Biografia:
Formada em 1999, a banda usa uma combinação do hip-hop, reggae, drum and bass, dub, punk rock e o escambau. Formada por Rob Aston (Skinhead Rob), Tim Armstrong e Travis Barker.
Álbuns de estúdio:
2002 - Transplants
2005 - Haunted Cities
2013 - In The Warzone
Read more on Last.fm
Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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)
__________
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)
__________
Tabbed by: FabioBlenderBR
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