Letras:
Transplants Haunted Cities

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

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,

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

all traces And war shit on all men and races In the city of down and out Money's always gonna equal clouds And you're gonna have to scream and shout Through the city

Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move Remove your torso, guns blow back of the track Now the blunts roll, onslaught 24/7 now the funds flow Anybody

my spine Makin one false move, I?m goin for mine Out of sight, out of mind, duck in their one time In a 7-7 [unverified] California sunshine Nothing quite like it, this is the city

[Chorus] 30 ought, Buck shot, 12 gauge,He's short a shot, American guns, American guns, 30 ought, Buck shot, 12 gauge, He's short a shot, American guns

all traces And war shit on all men and races In the city of down and out Money's always gonna equal clouds And you're gonna have to scream and shout Through the city

Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow Anybody