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Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga) Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, 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) [Ev] Dilated y'all (toast to this) [Ro] Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this) [Ro] Ain't it drunk? [Ev] And y'all can't come (close to this) {*scratched: "Dilated, heavy rotated" - "with Tha Liks"*} [J-Ro] 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 morning, 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 [Evidence] 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 [Chorus: repeat 2X] Dilated y'all (toast to this) It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this) And y'all can't come (close to this) {*scratched: "Dilated, heavy rotated" - "with Tha Liks"*} [E-Swift] 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 [Rakaa Iriscience] 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 mixtape 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 [Chorus] - 1/2 [Tash] 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, anything 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 [Chorus] [Tash] 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  More Dilated Peoples Song Lyrics
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