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Heavy Rotation

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Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop underground hip-hop hiphop

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Feat. tha liks

Yall didnt bring no ice? (nigga)

Nobody brought no ice? (ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)

Yo, yo pass the beer (we drink in heavy rotation)

(yeah thats what Im talkin bout!) one-two, one-two

(ahh, ahh)

[ev] dilated yall (toast to this)

[ro] check one - its tha liks baby (toast to this)

[ro] aint it drunk?

[ev] and yall cant come (close to this)

{*scratched: "dilated, heavy rotated" - "with tha liks"*}

[j-ro]

Im so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the tracks 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 ima vanish

Dont 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 cant stand this but i, aint 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

Im volcanic up in bitches that look like dorothy dandridge

Your style is major damage, its played out and ripped up

It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I cant 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 bouts 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, youre 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 cant ignore us

But chill swift bout to kill after the chorus

[chorus: repeat 2x]

Dilated yall (toast to this)

Its tha liks baby (toast to this)

And yall cant 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

Thats 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 mcs)

We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)

We smash through the underground like we (suvs)

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 aint a hoax, we kill folks

And c-walkin aint just a dance or a joke

We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast

[rakaa iriscience]

Yo, its hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer

Likwid, pour it on yall from california

Programmers, spray this on your play list

If rap was hard liquor Id be "leaving las vegas"

Live show radio mixtape massacre

Its a party yall 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

Im 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

Dont stop til Im certain then I close the curtains

Animal house shit, coast to coast like tha liks

I dont drink as much, but Ill toast to this

[chorus] - 1/2

[tash]

Aiyyo catashll slap the track with a open fist backhand

I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the gap band

Batman cant walk through my hood, its no love

Tashll 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 thats why you see me winkin at her

Shell 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 rappers rappin like catash yall djs rappin like swift

I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin

Your styles is old as fuck, thats why my clique start cabbage patchin

I do this for the beer, and for the ones that aint here

Yall niggaz better make way for x, ras and saafir

Im like a tattooed tear, tashll never go away

Im 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 yall

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