feat. Tha Liks   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