311 - Transistor lyrics
[311 - Transistor lyrics]
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
Then there’s no luck
Then again if you came for
Drama then I can’t understand
Music critics, music critics
Not afraid of a guy who’ll tell you
He’s never been in a mix
Been in a mix, been in a mix
We’re from the grassroots so big
Up to our friends
Every crew, every clique, and every posse
Big up to all the heads not of hypocrisy
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311, 311
Brothers from another planet and
Here once again automatic, automatic
Quantum saints of the universe
In a holographic cosmic remix, cosmic remix
From the mysterious blue planet
We can breathe anywhere
Underwater, out in space, and in LA
Your polluted air’s no problem
For these homeys
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
If you want more beats for
Your buck there’s no luck
Then there’s no luck
Then again if you came for
Drama then I can’t understand
Music critics, music critics
Not afraid of a guy who’ll tell you
He’s never been in a mix
Been in a mix, been in a mix
We’re from the grassroots so big
Up to our friends
Every crew, every clique, and every posse
Big up to all the heads not of hypocrisy
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311
Renegade sound system 311, 311
Brothers from another planet and
Here once again automatic, automatic
Quantum saints of the universe
In a holographic cosmic remix, cosmic remix
From the mysterious blue planet
We can breathe anywhere
Underwater, out in space, and in LA
Your polluted air’s no problem
For these homeys
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
You’re a transistor lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That’s what you are yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah