Transplants, The – One Seventeen

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 can all kick back and we can laugh tonight

Your off track tonight, and if you snooze you lose

You slept we crept, Your being broke your bruised

Thats the life I choose, guns drugs and booze

And we can get down right here in the street

You choose to live on your knees

I’d rather die on my feet

Shelia is a mess – o

She comes from Modesto

And you confessed

I don’t wanna let go

she will do her best though

Death to confession (?)

Everythings ok

If she goes and says so

She’s gonna load em up

Tie it up now boot it up

Shoot em up shoot em up

Cigarette now smoke it up

I got my hood em up

Cigarette now smoke it up

She not my sister

I love to watch ya tear it up

And we can get down right here in the street

You choose to live on your knees

I’d rather die on my feet