311 - Transistor

If you want more beats for your buck there's no luck (x4)
Then there's no luck
Then again if you came for
Drama then I cant 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 in the grass roots
So big up to your friends

Every crew, every click
And every posse
Big up to all the
Heads not of hypocracy

You're a transistor
Lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That's what you are

Renegade sound system 311 (x4)
311 (x2)
Brother from another planet and here once again
Automatic (x2)
Quantim saints of the universe in a holographic
Cosmic remix (x2)
From the mysterious blue planet
We can breathe anywhere
Underwater, out in space and in LA
Polluted air's no problem for these homies

You're a transistor
Lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
Thats what you are