's cruel and unforgiving It's a wicked world that we live in It's cruel and unforgiving Yo, representin' O-town 2002 baby transplants, 1
Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this Union boy standing next to the rastas There's gonna be
talking, set me off They're dumb like a fuck with a cool-aid smile danny diablo 'k, the devil's child LA (rockin') The Queens (keep rockin') Transplants
I'm not taken no chance tonight I'm gonna pack me a gat tonight I'm gonna sell me some sacks tonight And if it all goes well and I'm stacked tonight We
This song goes out to a good friend of mine He lives life to the fullest, (yeah) every single day Down in Oakland I'm gonna find them I'm gonna get them
Yeah... Yeah... 1,2,3,4 It's a knock down drag out one on one think it's over when it's just begun cause round here they'll fight for fun on my feet-
you! [x2] 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
Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead I exercise my lyrical stylings And all the while you're dead and gone
When the fog comes through the golden gate And the moon shines on the bay And everything has changed Now that you have gone away Things are getting darker
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to Heaven... the first one to speak, be the first one to leave, get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed
I want it all I want it all [Tim:] Some come hoping to bleed it Some look up but don't see it Some are stand up and some seated Some will take and some
And I ask you, my brothers and sisters Who is the true animal? Looks so violent, death is silent Beating me with your words I?m bleeding now battled
Madness! Madness! This is pure madness that we're talking about Pure madness all the time now This is pure madness that we're talking about And I can'
30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns 30 ought, buck shot 12 gage, is sure shot American guns, American guns Well,
hard times come, my friends stand beside me Ahh, check it, my technique is flawless Ahh, wreck it, a fucking lawless Sharp as a fox and your flawless Judge told the verdict, said "The transplants
describe (Guest sing this) That's what it is it ain't me to complain Cut kakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang transplanted
I'm gonna be straight with you This is the end of the world You either wake up or you don't Apocalypse now Apocalypse now, apocalypse now, apocalypse
I took the slow drag off my smoke I leaned back and I take my coke I got approached by a shady bloke He talked bad but uh, he was broke I was born in
