F*ck no, not today. No chance, no way.
It's my life, my say. F*ck no, no way.
True love is the bill's and a gun.
Can't stop, won't stop till it's over and done.
What it looks like, I ain't the one.
Hard times gettin' worse, and it's only begun.
I push a cadillac, gold biarittz
I got everything you want, don't ask me for shit.
I f*cked your girl. You should ask about me.
Thought it couldn't get worse, it's as bad as can be.
Hypocrite, you do it the same
I don't give f*ck though, it's part of the game
I go for mine, I go for broke.
I pack a 9', let's smoke.
You want to do it, we can do it, let's go.
You's a punk motherf*cker, get done like a ho.
We roll dice, life is a gamble.
Make me a million dollars, make you an example.
F*ck no, not today. No chance, no way.
It's my life, my say. F*ck no, no way.
I got punk rockers all around me.
I got friends who understand me. (What?!)
So my enemies, they can't stop me.
When the hard times come my friends stand beside me.
Ahh, check it, my technique is flawless.
Ahh, wreck it, a f*cking lawless.
Sharp as a fox and your flawless.
Judge told the verdict, said "the transplants are timeless".
Get back bitch, run for cover.
Lyin' snitch, watch you stutter.
T-plants, there's no other.
One for one and all my brothers.
I live my life like there's no tomorrow.
I don't give a f*ck 'cause that's my motto.
So listen up man, won't you here me now?
Roll with skins and punks and criminals.
F*ck no, not today. No chance, no way.
It's my life, my say. F*ck no, no way.
It's my life, my way.
Everybody does what the f*ck I say.
I represent hoods from back in the day.
Real gang bangers from the south of LA.
Keep your mouth shut, 'cause I don't wanna hear it.
All the negativity bringing up my spirit.
Matter of fact, don't even come around.
'cause I don't want people looking at me like I'm a clown.
I'm serious y'all, let's get down to business
I'm on a f*cking paper chase. Can I get a witness?
I ain't hearing but you telling me.
From where I'm standing, you look like the enemy.
Stay back, watch your back, keep your distance.
Mad dog been known to set trip in an instance.
Don't you take this funny or lightly.
My shit is copywritten, fool, don't ever try to bite me.
F*ck no, not today. No chance, no way.
It's my life, my say. F*ck no, no way.
Transplants - Haunted Cities Album Lyrics
Transplants - Haunted Cities Lyrics
Writer: Tim Armstrong, Rob Aston, Travis L Barker, Senen Reyes
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Apocalypse Now
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 Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Air Force Bomber, come with the quickness
Chemical Warfare, a bucket of sickness
Annihilation, written thesis
Bomb and leashes, shrapnel pieces
Political dynasty, vigorous lies
Multi-dead, on the rise
Realize the demise
It's all over, no surprise
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Chilling with pipe bombs, fatherless sons
Ain't no saving private Ryan but I've taken his guns
'Cause there's a war outside and it's far from being done
I only speak for myself I know I'm not the only one
F*ckers got us with the planes set us back on 911
Families endure the pain got a twisted view of heaven
Need a rabbi or a reverend, I just follow the ghost
I keep an extra four pounds right up under my coat
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Cruise missiles are soaring
Helicopters are whirling
Crusty cops are firing
Bomb shelters are siren
Soldiers are crawling
Politicians stalling
Insurgents prowling
Casualties are rising
Life is a nightmare, I'm dreaming of death
Nothing else is promised, no, I won't hold my breath
Still talking to death, still choking the rest
Don't know when no one can be trusted only once for the left
Stepping out I'm in the dark. You wanna keep me in the cold
Ripping out ain't that your heart I'm-a causing to explode
'Cause you're screwin' money, law, motherf*cker '95
You don't know me keep on moving, I'm just trying to stay alive
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
This is the end of the world
You either wake up or you don't
Apocalypse Now
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Air Force Bomber, come with the quickness
Chemical Warfare, a bucket of sickness
Annihilation, written thesis
Bomb and leashes, shrapnel pieces
Political dynasty, vigorous lies
Multi-dead, on the rise
Realize the demise
It's all over, no surprise
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Chilling with pipe bombs, fatherless sons
Ain't no saving private Ryan but I've taken his guns
'Cause there's a war outside and it's far from being done
I only speak for myself I know I'm not the only one
F*ckers got us with the planes set us back on 911
Families endure the pain got a twisted view of heaven
Need a rabbi or a reverend, I just follow the ghost
I keep an extra four pounds right up under my coat
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Cruise missiles are soaring
Helicopters are whirling
Crusty cops are firing
Bomb shelters are siren
Soldiers are crawling
Politicians stalling
Insurgents prowling
Casualties are rising
Life is a nightmare, I'm dreaming of death
Nothing else is promised, no, I won't hold my breath
Still talking to death, still choking the rest
Don't know when no one can be trusted only once for the left
Stepping out I'm in the dark. You wanna keep me in the cold
Ripping out ain't that your heart I'm-a causing to explode
'Cause you're screwin' money, law, motherf*cker '95
You don't know me keep on moving, I'm just trying to stay alive
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Gangsters And Thugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell
Drugs
You stand by me, I stand by you
If there is a fight I'm the one to come to
Good and bad, times we've been through
You got my back and I got yours too
All of my life you are in my crew
I'd do anything for you
Beat someone black and blue
Black and blue and I'd do anything for you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Try to tell 'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
There ain't no tellin, I told 'em before
Wouldn't listenin'
No more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know
This labels money
They take 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that nina,
And I still got that work
Tomorrow ain't promised
I'll smoke it today
The zone will run you five
And I'll be on my way
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
It's official, I'm destined to fail
I ain't tryin' to get yo case
I ain't got no money for bail
I'm hurt, I'm in the E.R. before New Year's Eve
Said there's nothing we can do so we suggest that you leave
Dirty G's joints, they don't give a damn
That's a brake, and I'm a scale, break it down in the ground
They said you came so close to losin' now I swear that's the truth
Same shit, different day, man I swear what's the use
It's a different day, with good intentions
I got dirty with two positions
I make a living ain't got no pension
For transcriptions for my life on tension
The world is mine, no limit I can do it
Every drama in life I've been through it
Even if I couldn't, I blew it
Regret nothin' I move on and say f*ck you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell
Drugs
You stand by me, I stand by you
If there is a fight I'm the one to come to
Good and bad, times we've been through
You got my back and I got yours too
All of my life you are in my crew
I'd do anything for you
Beat someone black and blue
Black and blue and I'd do anything for you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Try to tell 'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
There ain't no tellin, I told 'em before
Wouldn't listenin'
No more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know
This labels money
They take 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that nina,
And I still got that work
Tomorrow ain't promised
I'll smoke it today
The zone will run you five
And I'll be on my way
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
It's official, I'm destined to fail
I ain't tryin' to get yo case
I ain't got no money for bail
I'm hurt, I'm in the E.R. before New Year's Eve
Said there's nothing we can do so we suggest that you leave
Dirty G's joints, they don't give a damn
That's a brake, and I'm a scale, break it down in the ground
They said you came so close to losin' now I swear that's the truth
Same shit, different day, man I swear what's the use
It's a different day, with good intentions
I got dirty with two positions
I make a living ain't got no pension
For transcriptions for my life on tension
The world is mine, no limit I can do it
Every drama in life I've been through it
Even if I couldn't, I blew it
Regret nothin' I move on and say f*ck you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Writer: TRAVIS BARKER, ROB ASTON, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
What I Cant Describe
Let the funky beat blaze!
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
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
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
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 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 usos
Puffin on the silver black guerrilla
On a Saturday after noon
Alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee
For the G's and the harmony
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Cause everyone's victim
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it
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
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
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
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
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
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 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 usos
Puffin on the silver black guerrilla
On a Saturday after noon
Alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee
For the G's and the harmony
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Cause everyone's victim
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it
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
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
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Paul Devoux, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Doomsday
I took a slow drag off my smoke
I leaned back and I drink my coke
I got approached by a shady bloke
He talked bad but uh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With tragedies and turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled
Lost files and small filed places
I don't care what color your face is
One day you're gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money's always gonna equal clouds
So all along you have to scream and shout
In the city of down and out
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Give me mine give me all that you've got
Take off your shoes and fork over the pot
I like your chain and I'm needin' the watch
And your girl looks good, she could travel the block
It's all here if you're looking to score
I'm downtown San Pedro at fourth
Everything from the stem to the torch
Then we hang 'em all high for a few dollars more
I said I won't but I bet that I will
So fun your clothes, I suggest that you chill
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain't ready for drama
Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma
Ain't cause I want to, it's just that I've gotta'
You know conscience is a motherf*cker lock on your daughter
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
And the television's spewing hate
Talking bout the rise of crime ratings
Heard the broke state gonna say it
It's all sinking now and we're way too late
You let this wash it clean
In the heart of Washington
And if he's looking in
What's he gonna do about our machine
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
I leaned back and I drink my coke
I got approached by a shady bloke
He talked bad but uh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With tragedies and turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled
Lost files and small filed places
I don't care what color your face is
One day you're gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money's always gonna equal clouds
So all along you have to scream and shout
In the city of down and out
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Give me mine give me all that you've got
Take off your shoes and fork over the pot
I like your chain and I'm needin' the watch
And your girl looks good, she could travel the block
It's all here if you're looking to score
I'm downtown San Pedro at fourth
Everything from the stem to the torch
Then we hang 'em all high for a few dollars more
I said I won't but I bet that I will
So fun your clothes, I suggest that you chill
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain't ready for drama
Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma
Ain't cause I want to, it's just that I've gotta'
You know conscience is a motherf*cker lock on your daughter
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
And the television's spewing hate
Talking bout the rise of crime ratings
Heard the broke state gonna say it
It's all sinking now and we're way too late
You let this wash it clean
In the heart of Washington
And if he's looking in
What's he gonna do about our machine
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Killafornia
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
So many dreams that I'm chasing,
So many f*ckers are hating
Somebody show me you hate me,
Show me your dog cause I'm waiting
Throw me a bowl I'll be bakin'
Only so much that I'm takin'
Handing your privates to Lincoln,
Misunderstood and complacent
You wanna stand for what medal,
That ain't no medal of honor
You want to strike like a general,
But you end up a goner,
Bringing a donor to ?
It's only fair that I warn ya
That I'm a killa from California,
Waiting for action and drama
If you want it we got it,
From prostitutes to narcotics
Have you empty your pockets,
I'm f*cking pro with the product
There ain't no way you can stop it
I just suggest that you drop it
These f*ckers making me cock it
Cause they mistakingly mock it
I leave em' blazed and baffled
Like when they cut me with scalpels
Never trying to be grappled
That's why I aim for the apple
From the hood to the castle
I'm still considered an asshole
Grand prize of the raffle
Napalm and shrapnel
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
Got the dreamers and schemers
And the ballas with Beamers
So many leeches beneath us
And they wishing they heed us
You'll Salute like a fetus
You can never defeat us
Bring all your heaters to heat us
When you attempt to defeat us
You be try to imagine what happens
When you impart with some garbage
Everything in life is so tragic
No matter who is the hardest
No matter who your god is
I'm telling you f*ckers regardless
Don't even get me started
I can be so retarded
It's like a blessing from satan
The world is mine for the taking
Bent over model of makin'
And yet still I'm a shake 'em
We take the name that we breakin'
Any rules that you makin'
Ain't nothing pertaining
I turn a pig into bacon
I'll save my aim for the fuzz
And always make with the glove
Down to spray up the club
And let 'em say who it was
Bitch I'm a failure at love
Unless you cater to thugs
You can mess me with hugs
I'll f*ckin' kiss you with slugs
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
So many dreams that I'm chasing,
So many f*ckers are hating
Somebody show me you hate me,
Show me your dog cause I'm waiting
Throw me a bowl I'll be bakin'
Only so much that I'm takin'
Handing your privates to Lincoln,
Misunderstood and complacent
You wanna stand for what medal,
That ain't no medal of honor
You want to strike like a general,
But you end up a goner,
Bringing a donor to ?
It's only fair that I warn ya
That I'm a killa from California,
Waiting for action and drama
If you want it we got it,
From prostitutes to narcotics
Have you empty your pockets,
I'm f*cking pro with the product
There ain't no way you can stop it
I just suggest that you drop it
These f*ckers making me cock it
Cause they mistakingly mock it
I leave em' blazed and baffled
Like when they cut me with scalpels
Never trying to be grappled
That's why I aim for the apple
From the hood to the castle
I'm still considered an asshole
Grand prize of the raffle
Napalm and shrapnel
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
Got the dreamers and schemers
And the ballas with Beamers
So many leeches beneath us
And they wishing they heed us
You'll Salute like a fetus
You can never defeat us
Bring all your heaters to heat us
When you attempt to defeat us
You be try to imagine what happens
When you impart with some garbage
Everything in life is so tragic
No matter who is the hardest
No matter who your god is
I'm telling you f*ckers regardless
Don't even get me started
I can be so retarded
It's like a blessing from satan
The world is mine for the taking
Bent over model of makin'
And yet still I'm a shake 'em
We take the name that we breakin'
Any rules that you makin'
Ain't nothing pertaining
I turn a pig into bacon
I'll save my aim for the fuzz
And always make with the glove
Down to spray up the club
And let 'em say who it was
Bitch I'm a failure at love
Unless you cater to thugs
You can mess me with hugs
I'll f*ckin' kiss you with slugs
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
This is killafornia home of the killas
Killafornia home of the killas
Smoke clears only one winner
Killafornia home of the killas
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Louis Freese, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
American Guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Well, drop more, two million tons,
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
That the American war would finally come,
America, land of the free,
Provayer and leaders of democracy,
Debauchery, luxury,
Back in Illinois, alright to be.
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Nah, I won't listen because I've only been lied to,
I got a few common enemies and still I despise you,
It's a cold mission, they pull up beside you,
In your own territory, it's like something inside you,
A wise man once told me: "People are strange",
I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I stay at the range,
38 to the 40 cal 8 of the day
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Well, drop more, two million tons,
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
That the American war would finally come,
America, land of the free,
Provayer and leaders of democracy,
Debauchery, luxury,
Back in Illinois, alright to be.
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Nah, I won't listen because I've only been lied to,
I got a few common enemies and still I despise you,
It's a cold mission, they pull up beside you,
In your own territory, it's like something inside you,
A wise man once told me: "People are strange",
I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I stay at the range,
38 to the 40 cal 8 of the day
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Madness
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't believe they wanna do it again
We gonna have to get em up
They gonna have to get me off
And you win some you lose some
So take this as loss
And cause a mother f*ck smiles
Don't mean that mother f*ckers soft
I'm laughing all the while
While they come to hall you off
I got the powers got my powder
Cops is casing the scene
That's how it goes something in me steady chasing the green
It's strictly cash only basis, but you're digging in your chest
Let's f*ck em out everybody where its mutual respect
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't believe they wanna do it again
Skinhead rob f*ck a bitch
No I never gave a shit
Good or bad present, past
No I never save a bitch
Suck I dick I need a down bitch one that ain't too flossy
One that's down to hold my work and bust the heat to get em' off me
She's the baddest, I mean baddest bitch that's up in the club
Same one that's in the parking lot reloading the snug
That's the one who get my love
And you can't call it what you want
Or if that bitch is down to ride
That's the bitch that I'ma flaunt
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't believe they wanna do it again
I'm from the west coast, best coast
Pump in the trench coat
Nothing like columbine everybody gets smoked
Heard that I got smoked naw alls I gots smokes
Best Mary Jane right down to the rock coke
You're being jipped, so take em to the river
Had to drop a tall can, I was f*cking up my liver
Yet still I deliver like the first of 15
And I still make you quiver like your first 16th
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't believe they wanna do it again
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't believe they wanna do it again
We gonna have to get em up
They gonna have to get me off
And you win some you lose some
So take this as loss
And cause a mother f*ck smiles
Don't mean that mother f*ckers soft
I'm laughing all the while
While they come to hall you off
I got the powers got my powder
Cops is casing the scene
That's how it goes something in me steady chasing the green
It's strictly cash only basis, but you're digging in your chest
Let's f*ck em out everybody where its mutual respect
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't believe they wanna do it again
Skinhead rob f*ck a bitch
No I never gave a shit
Good or bad present, past
No I never save a bitch
Suck I dick I need a down bitch one that ain't too flossy
One that's down to hold my work and bust the heat to get em' off me
She's the baddest, I mean baddest bitch that's up in the club
Same one that's in the parking lot reloading the snug
That's the one who get my love
And you can't call it what you want
Or if that bitch is down to ride
That's the bitch that I'ma flaunt
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't believe they wanna do it again
I'm from the west coast, best coast
Pump in the trench coat
Nothing like columbine everybody gets smoked
Heard that I got smoked naw alls I gots smokes
Best Mary Jane right down to the rock coke
You're being jipped, so take em to the river
Had to drop a tall can, I was f*cking up my liver
Yet still I deliver like the first of 15
And I still make you quiver like your first 16th
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't believe they wanna do it again
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, David Carlock, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Hit The Fence
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 gets in my way, I let their guts show
Sick farms ain't doing shit without the big bucks
Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you're lame ducks
Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
Come on man I don't give a f*ck, who wanna test nuts
Scrapping, let's go toe to toe, I start the capping
Shirt stamping, like Sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
Who's that then, who wanna be next, I'll make your back bend
Push comes to shove, no love, I'll make it happen
There's gotta be more to life than just this
Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
You say it gets better, well f*ck that (f*ck that)
You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
You never pay your rent off of cocaine and weed
Man, I dance with the devil but I never catch the Z's
Don't get me wrong, if I could I'd make a change
Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange
They say the grass is greener on the other side of shit
But the fence is in the way now and I ain't buyin' it
I'm in a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around
I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch
In the game riding high, while you f*ckers ride the bench
Skinhead Rob run by, motherf*ckers hit the fence
Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow
Anybody gets in my way, I let their guts show
Sick farms ain't doing shit without the big bucks
Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you're lame ducks
Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
Come on man I don't give a f*ck, who wanna test nuts
Scrapping, let's go toe to toe, I start the capping
Shirt stamping, like Sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
Who's that then, who wanna be next, I'll make your back bend
Push comes to shove, no love, I'll make it happen
There's gotta be more to life than just this
Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
You say it gets better, well f*ck that (f*ck that)
You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
You never pay your rent off of cocaine and weed
Man, I dance with the devil but I never catch the Z's
Don't get me wrong, if I could I'd make a change
Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange
They say the grass is greener on the other side of shit
But the fence is in the way now and I ain't buyin' it
I'm in a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around
I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch
In the game riding high, while you f*ckers ride the bench
Skinhead Rob run by, motherf*ckers hit the fence
Writer: Travis Barker, Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Pay Any Price
[Tim]
Go! Go!
Transplants won't forget it
Past debit is will to test it
Beat down, won't regret it
Only when I can, I can accept it
And I speak for the one's who've been kicked hard
Because I know what's it's like to be discard and uh
Pushed down and beaten hard and when the times are rough
I'm gonna go step hard
[Chorus]
Pay any price, pay any verdict
Transplants gonna take it on, that is for certain
[Rob]
See the devil smile, feed the devils child
Pray to Jesus but you've laid low for a while
All my trouble ways, in a constant maze
It's killafornia so that's why I'm in a constant haze
Some are born to ride, I seem to wonder why
These sons of bitches still alive and all my home boys die
I can change the past
I can take it back
Well I'd like to live what chance to die I gotta make it crack
[Chorus]
[Tim]
You might lose you might win
You might finish or just begin
She's stretching the facts so thin
That bitch is lying again
Intellectual vindication
Low minded sophistication
Imparity is my equation
You're gonna get my evaluation
[Chorus]
Go! Go!
Transplants won't forget it
Past debit is will to test it
Beat down, won't regret it
Only when I can, I can accept it
And I speak for the one's who've been kicked hard
Because I know what's it's like to be discard and uh
Pushed down and beaten hard and when the times are rough
I'm gonna go step hard
[Chorus]
Pay any price, pay any verdict
Transplants gonna take it on, that is for certain
[Rob]
See the devil smile, feed the devils child
Pray to Jesus but you've laid low for a while
All my trouble ways, in a constant maze
It's killafornia so that's why I'm in a constant haze
Some are born to ride, I seem to wonder why
These sons of bitches still alive and all my home boys die
I can change the past
I can take it back
Well I'd like to live what chance to die I gotta make it crack
[Chorus]
[Tim]
You might lose you might win
You might finish or just begin
She's stretching the facts so thin
That bitch is lying again
Intellectual vindication
Low minded sophistication
Imparity is my equation
You're gonna get my evaluation
[Chorus]
Writer: Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong, Travis Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
I Want It All
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 leave it
If you're talking shit you're gonna get it
I ain't the one to regret it
I said what I said so believe it
You were humble, kid, now you're conceited
I should have known all along
F*ck 'em
[Rob:]
So what, I got a little wet
More than just a little bit
Lost at the pharmacy
Ambien to Riddlin
Found the ladies, love the pills
Give it to 'em, skip the meals
On her toes designer heals
Expensive habit, flex the deals
It's there for the taking I'll go out myself
Or else I'll be forever waiting after somebody else
You've seen me get mine so why should I pay?
I'd rather rob the dope spots and take their profits away
I want it all
I want it all
[Tim:]
I always confront the approaching
Previous experience is like I get a notion
And I imagine the impending
It's me walking away and it's your life ending
When the crew is falling
And you sit by the phone all alone no one calling,
no longer sprawling, no one trawling, beaten up, broken down and apawling.
And you wanted it all
But you end up with nothing
Ain't that something
I want it all
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 leave it
If you're talking shit you're gonna get it
I ain't the one to regret it
I said what I said so believe it
You were humble, kid, now you're conceited
I should have known all along
F*ck 'em
[Rob:]
So what, I got a little wet
More than just a little bit
Lost at the pharmacy
Ambien to Riddlin
Found the ladies, love the pills
Give it to 'em, skip the meals
On her toes designer heals
Expensive habit, flex the deals
It's there for the taking I'll go out myself
Or else I'll be forever waiting after somebody else
You've seen me get mine so why should I pay?
I'd rather rob the dope spots and take their profits away
I want it all
I want it all
[Tim:]
I always confront the approaching
Previous experience is like I get a notion
And I imagine the impending
It's me walking away and it's your life ending
When the crew is falling
And you sit by the phone all alone no one calling,
no longer sprawling, no one trawling, beaten up, broken down and apawling.
And you wanted it all
But you end up with nothing
Ain't that something
I want it all
I want it all
Writer: Tim Armstrong, Rob Aston, Travis L Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Crash And Burn
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
Rosy is a Puerto Rican porn star; that girl knows how to get down
Making money, making movies, lying always on tour, took off her clothes on the ground
Then one said: "Wake up Tim, its midnight, its a city out there to go for a ride"
Like two vampires, we ride through the cities, we sleep as dogs backside
I don't give a f*ck, never did never would, never could back down, not one time
So I'm gonna keep, making music, making records, keep telling people what's on my mind
I'm the same kid that I ever was even though I got platinum plaques on my walls
And I dress in black and it's a fact I don't give a goddamn at all
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
I think back to better days, took a license to ill
Before I ever held someone fell in love with the bills
Back before I had to ride and go hunt for a kill
Way before I tried to rhyme and go hunt for a kill
It's real survives with guns playin' only from the shoulders
Wrong way down a one way still avoid the rollers
Still I beat a motherf*cker like its going outta style
Tried to cheat me outta my cash so I beat it out his child
I'm wild, my pupils dilated same as my people
I'm the only mother present to build you a church steeple
Speak evil to the world teach all the boys and girls
That they can't trust no one, show them what you heard
Cause I mind my own business and I do my own dirt
And I make my own money cause I got my own work
I swear somebody better send a ceast and desist
Before I squeeze it with my fist and they cease to exist
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
A party was bash for how long it was lasted
Some turn cash like hash to ashes
Some dash hot slugs run the fastest
Who we fought to eat, unless we fasting
But thugs are not like most actors casted
Thugs might blast and smash your casket
America's worst fear, white, brown and black kids, together
Fed up, strapped up to tatted
Bald heads, jerry curls, classic perms,
Toast to a new day having its turn
Tequila, the bottle is like a bath for worms
The paranoid, that's way past concerned
I hope the country and the world get past this term
This is show and tell, so the class will learn
Party go until the cops come and crash and burn
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
Rosy is a Puerto Rican porn star; that girl knows how to get down
Making money, making movies, lying always on tour, took off her clothes on the ground
Then one said: "Wake up Tim, its midnight, its a city out there to go for a ride"
Like two vampires, we ride through the cities, we sleep as dogs backside
I don't give a f*ck, never did never would, never could back down, not one time
So I'm gonna keep, making music, making records, keep telling people what's on my mind
I'm the same kid that I ever was even though I got platinum plaques on my walls
And I dress in black and it's a fact I don't give a goddamn at all
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
I think back to better days, took a license to ill
Before I ever held someone fell in love with the bills
Back before I had to ride and go hunt for a kill
Way before I tried to rhyme and go hunt for a kill
It's real survives with guns playin' only from the shoulders
Wrong way down a one way still avoid the rollers
Still I beat a motherf*cker like its going outta style
Tried to cheat me outta my cash so I beat it out his child
I'm wild, my pupils dilated same as my people
I'm the only mother present to build you a church steeple
Speak evil to the world teach all the boys and girls
That they can't trust no one, show them what you heard
Cause I mind my own business and I do my own dirt
And I make my own money cause I got my own work
I swear somebody better send a ceast and desist
Before I squeeze it with my fist and they cease to exist
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
A party was bash for how long it was lasted
Some turn cash like hash to ashes
Some dash hot slugs run the fastest
Who we fought to eat, unless we fasting
But thugs are not like most actors casted
Thugs might blast and smash your casket
America's worst fear, white, brown and black kids, together
Fed up, strapped up to tatted
Bald heads, jerry curls, classic perms,
Toast to a new day having its turn
Tequila, the bottle is like a bath for worms
The paranoid, that's way past concerned
I hope the country and the world get past this term
This is show and tell, so the class will learn
Party go until the cops come and crash and burn
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin' 'til the wake of daylight
Writer: TIM ARMSTRONG, ROB ASTON, TRAVIS BARKER, TRAVIS L BARKER, RAKAA TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Royalty Network
Haunted Cities is the second studio album by the American punk rock/hip hop band Transplants. It was released on June 21, 2005 via LaSalle Records/Atlantic Records, and sold close to 34,000 copies in its first week and came in at #28 on the US Billboard 200, #72 on the UK Albums Chart, #140 on the Top 200 Albums France.
Performed By:
TransplantsGenre(s): Rap rock, punk rock, alternative hip hop
Length: 40:06
Released: June 21st, 2005
Year: 2005