| I’m so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track’s the canvas
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| Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus
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| McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras
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| Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits
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| Make women panic when I tell 'em I’mma vanish
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| Don’t take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics
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| Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics
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| Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis
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| Most women can’t stand this but I, ain’t romantic
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| So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis
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| Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich
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| I consume strictly green leaves like pandas
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| Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths
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| I’m volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge
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| Your style is Major Damage, it’s played out and ripped up
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| It needs a bandage, how do you manage? |
| I can’t stand it
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| Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain
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| Distillery — alcohol for the brain
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| So check it out, smoke fills the area
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| Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier
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| Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink
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| You overdid it homes; |
| you had too much to drink (cut it out)
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| This bout’s set for twelve rounds of pain
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| Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang
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| Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs
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| Open off Tha Liks — duck season, you’re in range
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| Turn the page — here comes the next chapter
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| Battle Ev? |
| You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA
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| Heavy rotation, dilate expansion
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| California funk — like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'
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| Fuck the format 'til they can’t ignore us
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| But chill Swift bout to kill after the chorus
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| Dilated y’all (toast to this)
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| It’s Tha Liks baby (toast to this)
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| And y’all can’t come (close to this)
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| I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal
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| We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal
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| And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino
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| High-rollin, takin over your local casino
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| Year after year, my music pleases your ear
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| That’s why my focus is right like Outboard gear
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| Tune in, this is like a family reunion
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| We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch
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| Dilated and the (Likwid MC’s)
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| We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)
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| We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)
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| And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)
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| Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast
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| Where bein gangsta ain’t a hoax, we kill folks
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| And C-walkin ain’t just a dance or a joke
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| We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast
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| Yo, it’s hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer
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| Likwid, pour it on y’all from California
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| Programmers, spray this on your play list
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| If rap was hard liquor I’d be «Leaving Las Vegas»
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| Live show radio mixtape massacre
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| It’s a party y’all with room for more passengers
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| I turn mics to pistols and start rappin
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| And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em
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| J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them
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| «Expansion Team», «X.O.» |
| chips, cashin 'em
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| I’m not fashionable but I am international
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| I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural
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| Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin
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| Don’t stop 'til I’m certain then I close the curtains
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| Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks
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| I don’t drink as much, but I’ll toast to this
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| Aiyyo CaTash’ll slap the track with a open fist backhand
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| I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band
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| Batman can’t walk through my hood, it’s no love
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| Tash’ll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club
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| Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns
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| Thinkin yo' bitch is mine that’s why you see me winkin at her
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| She’ll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8
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| Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate
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| While you ask I take, anything that I could lift
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| Your rapper’s rappin like CaTash y’all DJ’s rappin like Swift
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| I was born with a gift, you niggas used to average rappin
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| Your styles is old as fuck, that’s why my clique start cabbage patchin
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| I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain’t here
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| Y’all niggas better make way for X, Ras and Saafir
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| I’m like a tattooed tear, Tash’ll never go away
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| I’m bout to fill my quota I need X.O. |
| every day
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| The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks
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| The extended family of the Likwit Crew
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| The extended family of everybody that smoke bud
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| Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y’all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavy Rotation , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album Expansion Team, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп