Lyrics Transplants – What I Can’t Describe

Let the funky beat blaze!

Chorus
I take my last breath
It’s like I’m dead inside

Rob
You said money can’t buy me love and that’s true
But money can buy me drugs so that’s cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I’m feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I’ll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game’s over, I’m dying alone

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Guest
That’s what it is it ain’t me to complain
Cut khakis, brown chucks, white t-shirts and braids
Boo-Yaa Tribe unexplainable gang
transplanted but I came
west forward so let it flame
they love the music
so let the funky beat blaze
we keep it G’d up
with the heat up
Royal Crown Tequila
six trey with the uso’s
puffing on the silver black guerrilla
on a Saturday afternoon

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Bridge
Cause everyone’s victim
And everyone’s a target
And everyone’s an enemy
The reason that I spark it

Tim
In this life I got everything I wanted
Money and fame but I don’t flaunt it
Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Nine o’clock, ten o’clock, now we’re gone
Ain’t gonna stop till the early morn
Ain’t gonna stop till the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over now I know its on

Rob
From the land of the lost where the good die young
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time test me and I’ll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time
I’ve heard it all before and nope I’m not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke I’m not lying
I could get get it next you could get it right now
I roll with Samoans, if you want I’ll show you how

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