Dilated Peoples - Heavy Rotation Lyrics
Feat. tha liksYall didnt bring no ice? (nigga)Nobody brought no ice? (ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)Yo, yo pass the beer (we drink in heavy rotation)(yeah thats what Im talkin bout!) one-two, one-two(ahh, ahh)[ev] dilated yall (toast to this)[ro] check one - its tha liks baby (toast to this)[ro] aint it drunk?[ev] and yall cant come (close to this){*scratched: dilated, heavy rotated - with tha liks*}[j-ro]Im so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the tracks the canvasFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campusMcen-ro, servin up heat like pete samprasDrinkin jose cuervo like some spanish banditsMake women panic when I tell em ima vanishDont take it personal, these are eight-one-eight anticsHoes break your pockets like car mechanicsEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantisMost women cant stand this but i, aint romanticSo that thought you can banish to the city of atlantisMe and tash met this tan *****, made a likwid sandwichI consume strictly green leaves like pandasDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammothsIm volcanic up in *****es that look like dorothy dandridgeYour style is major damage, its played out and ripped upIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I cant stand it[evidence]Hops, barley, water, yeast, grainDistillery - alcohol for the brainSo check it out, smoke fills the areaDrunk as *****, launch off the aircraft carrierYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blinkYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)This bouts set for twelve rounds of painTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hangSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangsOpen off tha liks - duck season, youre in rangeTurn the page - here comes the next chapterBattle ev? you sign with blue cross or aftraHeavy rotation, dilate expansionCalifornia funk - like flav, we cold lampin***** the format til they cant ignore usBut chill swift bout to kill after the chorus[chorus: repeat 2x]Dilated yall (toast to this)Its tha liks baby (toast to this)And yall cant come (close to this){*scratched: dilated, heavy rotated - with tha liks*}[e-swift]I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegalWe control the underground like bugsy siegalAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vinoHigh-rollin, takin over your local casinoYear after year, my music pleases your earThats why my focus is right like outboard gearTune in, this is like a family reunionWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this *****Dilated and the (likwid mcs)We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)We smash through the underground like we (suvs)And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)Aiyyo listen close, toast to west coastWhere bein gangsta aint a hoax, we kill folksAnd c-walkin aint just a dance or a jokeWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast[rakaa iriscience]Yo, its hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyerLikwid, pour it on yall from californiaProgrammers, spray this on your play listIf rap was hard liquor Id be leaving las vegasLive show radio mixtape massacreIts a party yall with room for more passengersI turn mics to pistols and start rappinAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin emJ-ro, e-swift, tash and themExpansion team, x.o. chips, cashin emIm not fashionable but I am internationalI called it like I see it on stage like supernaturalHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workinDont stop til Im certain then I close the curtainsAnimal house shit, coast to coast like tha liksI dont drink as much, but Ill toast to this[chorus] - 1/2[tash]Aiyyo catashll slap the track with a open fist backhandI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the gap bandBatman cant walk through my hood, its no loveTashll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the clubIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patternsThinkin yo ***** is mine thats why you see me winkin at herShell be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8Likwid crew and dilated make that ass gyrateWhile you ask I take, anything that I could liftYour rappers rappin like catash yall djs rappin like swiftI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappinYour styles is old as *****, thats why my clique start cabbage patchinI do this for the beer, and for the ones that aint hereYall niggaz better make way for x, ras and saafirIm like a tattooed tear, tashll never go awayIm bout to fill my quota I need x.o. every day[chorus][tash]The extended family of tha alkaholiksThe extended family of the likwit crewThe extended family of everybody that smoke budDilated peoples in the mother*****in place yall
