Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavy Rotation, artist - Tash. Album song Publicity Stunt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sterling World
Song language: English
Heavy Rotation |
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’mma 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 |
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) |
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 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 |
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
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 |