DILATED PEOPLES LYRICS - Heavy Rotation

"Heavy Rotation"



Y'all didn't bring no ice?

(Nigga)

Nobody brought no ice?

(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)



Yo, yo, pass the beer

(We drink in heavy rotation)

(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)

One-two, one-two

(Ahh, ahh)



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas

Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus

McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras

Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits



Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish

Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics

Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics

Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis



Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic

So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis

Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich

I consume strictly green leaves like pandas



Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths

I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge

Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up

It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it



Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain

Distillery alcohol for the brain

So check it out, smoke fills the area

Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier



Your vision blurred eyes start to blink

You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink

(Cut it out)

This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain

Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang



Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs

Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range

Turn the page here comes the next chapter

Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA



Heavy rotation, dilate expansion

California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'

Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us

But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal

We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal

And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino

High-rollin', takin' over your local casino



Year after year, my music pleases your ear

That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear

Tune in, this is like a family reunion

We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch



Dilated and the

(Likwid MC's)

We gradually elevatin' to a

(Higher degree)



We smash through the underground like we

(SUV's)

And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'

(Nuttin' for free)



Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast

Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks

And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke

We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast



Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer

Likwid, pour it on y'all from California

Programmers, spray this on your play list

If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'



Live show radio mix tape massacre

It's a party y'all with room for more passengers

I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'

And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em



J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them

'Expansion Team', 'X. O.' chips, cashin 'em

I'm not fashionable but I am international

I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural



Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'

Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains

Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks

I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand

I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band

Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love

Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club



Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns

Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her

She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8

Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate



While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift

Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift

I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'

Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'



I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here

Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir

I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away

I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X. O. every day



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



Dilated y'all

(Toast to this)

It's Tha Liks baby

(Toast to this)



And y'all can't come

(Close to this)

Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks



The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks

The extended family of the Likwit Crew

The extended family of everybody that smoke bud

Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all