Heavy Rotation Lyrics - Expansion Team - Dilated Peoples

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 see-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