[{"id":21697708,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew","duration":315.912708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nThinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew\n  duration_ms: 315913\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  Thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":30149380,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples feat Tha Liks","albumName":"Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew - Long Awaited","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n(Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice?\n(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\nYo, yo, pass the beer\n(We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\nOne-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the underground like we\n(SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n(Nuttin' for free)\n\nAiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\nLive show radio mix tape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\nHonies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nAiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\nThinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\nShe'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\nWhile you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n[00:03.20] (Nigga)\n[00:04.07] Nobody brought no ice?\n[00:05.36] (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n[00:06.47] Yo, yo, pass the beer\n[00:08.17] (We drink in heavy rotation)\n[00:09.43] (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n[00:10.40] One-two, one-two\n[00:11.53] (Ahh, ahh)\n[00:12.20] Dilated y'all\n[00:13.12] (Toast to this)\n[00:14.23] It's Tha Liks baby\n[00:15.24] (Toast to this)\n[00:16.64] And y'all can't come\n[00:17.81] (Close to this)\n[00:19.37] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[00:21.38] I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n[00:24.46] Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n[00:26.99] McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n[00:29.47] Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n[00:32.35] Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n[00:34.98] Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n[00:37.64] Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n[00:40.12] Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n[00:42.72] Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n[00:45.58] So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n[00:48.47] Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n[00:50.84] I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n[00:53.46] Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n[00:56.45] I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples feat Tha Liks\n  album: Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew - 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n"},{"id":6293971,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nThinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  Thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":39364851,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Long Awaited","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nThinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Long Awaited\n  duration_ms: 315904\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  Thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":30827048,"name":"Heavy Rotation [Explicit]","trackName":"Heavy Rotation [Explicit]","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Expansion Team [Explicit]","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation [Explicit]\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Expansion Team [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":36436005,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n(Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice?\n(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\nYo, yo, pass the beer\n(We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\nOne-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the underground like we\n(SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n(Nuttin' for free)\n\nAiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\nLive show radio mix tape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\nHonies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nAiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\nThinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\nShe'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\nWhile you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n[00:03.20] (Nigga)\n[00:04.07] Nobody brought no ice?\n[00:05.36] (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n[00:06.47] Yo, yo, pass the beer\n[00:08.17] (We drink in heavy rotation)\n[00:09.43] (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n[00:10.40] One-two, one-two\n[00:11.53] (Ahh, ahh)\n[00:12.20] Dilated y'all\n[00:13.12] (Toast to this)\n[00:14.23] It's Tha Liks baby\n[00:15.24] (Toast to this)\n[00:16.64] And y'all can't come\n[00:17.81] (Close to this)\n[00:19.37] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[00:21.38] I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n[00:24.46] Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n[00:26.99] McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n[00:29.47] Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n[00:32.35] Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n[00:34.98] Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n[00:37.64] Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n[00:40.12] Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n[00:42.72] Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n[00:45.58] So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n[00:48.47] Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n[00:50.84] I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n[00:53.46] Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n[00:56.45] I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 3200\n- text: (Nigga)\n  start_ms: 3200\n  end_ms: 4070\n- text: Nobody brought no ice?\n  start_ms: 4070\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: (Ahh, ah, 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, 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for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the underground like we\n(SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n(Nuttin' for free)\n\nAiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\nLive show radio mix tape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\nHonies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink 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Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n[00:03.20] (Nigga)\n[00:04.07] Nobody brought no ice?\n[00:05.36] (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n[00:06.47] Yo, yo, pass the beer\n[00:08.17] (We drink in heavy rotation)\n[00:09.43] (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n[00:10.40] One-two, one-two\n[00:11.53] (Ahh, ahh)\n[00:12.20] Dilated y'all\n[00:13.12] (Toast to this)\n[00:14.23] It's Tha Liks 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bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n"},{"id":30572883,"name":"Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Liks)","trackName":"Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Liks)","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Liks)\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? 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I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? 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Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n[00:03.20] (Nigga)\n[00:04.07] Nobody brought no ice?\n[00:05.36] (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n[00:06.47] Yo, yo, pass the beer\n[00:08.17] (We drink in heavy rotation)\n[00:09.43] (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n[00:10.40] One-two, one-two\n[00:11.53] (Ahh, ahh)\n[00:12.20] Dilated y'all\n[00:13.12] (Toast to this)\n[00:14.23] It's Tha Liks 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I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? 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baby\n[00:15.24] (Toast to this)\n[00:16.64] And y'all can't come\n[00:17.81] (Close to this)\n[00:19.37] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[00:21.38] I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n[00:24.46] Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n[00:26.99] McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n[00:29.47] Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n[00:32.35] Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n[00:34.98] Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n[00:37.64] Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n[00:40.12] Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n[00:42.72] Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n[00:45.58] So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n[00:48.47] Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n[00:50.84] I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n[00:53.46] Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n[00:56.45] I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation (Ft Tha Liks)\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Expansion Team LP\n  duration_ms: 315866\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 3200\n- text: (Nigga)\n  start_ms: 3200\n  end_ms: 4070\n- text: Nobody brought no ice?\n  start_ms: 4070\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: (Ahh, ah, 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? 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I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the underground like we\n(SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n(Nuttin' for free)\n\nAiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\nLive show radio mix tape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\nHonies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink 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I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? 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baby\n[00:15.24] (Toast to this)\n[00:16.64] And y'all can't come\n[00:17.81] (Close to this)\n[00:19.37] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[00:21.38] I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n[00:24.46] Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n[00:26.99] McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n[00:29.47] Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n[00:32.35] Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n[00:34.98] Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n[00:37.64] Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n[00:40.12] Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n[00:42.72] Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n[00:45.58] So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n[00:48.47] Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n[00:50.84] I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n[00:53.46] Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n[00:56.45] I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation (feat. 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? 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You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n"},{"id":28443848,"name":"Heavy Rotation feat. 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One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation feat. 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One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":38058685,"name":"Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Alkaholiks)","trackName":"Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Alkaholiks)","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation (Featuring Tha Alkaholiks)\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":4631519,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples feat. Tha Liks","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n(Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice?\n(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\nYo, yo, pass the beer\n(We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\nOne-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the underground like we\n(SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n(Nuttin' for free)\n\nAiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\nWhere bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\nLive show radio mix tape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\nHonies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nAiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\nThinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\nShe'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\nWhile you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n[00:03.20] (Nigga)\n[00:04.07] Nobody brought no ice?\n[00:05.36] (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n[00:06.47] Yo, yo, pass the beer\n[00:08.17] (We drink in heavy rotation)\n[00:09.43] (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n[00:10.40] One-two, one-two\n[00:11.53] (Ahh, ahh)\n[00:12.20] Dilated y'all\n[00:13.12] (Toast to this)\n[00:14.23] It's Tha Liks baby\n[00:15.24] (Toast to this)\n[00:16.64] And y'all can't come\n[00:17.81] (Close to this)\n[00:19.37] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[00:21.38] I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n[00:24.46] Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n[00:26.99] McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n[00:29.47] Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n[00:32.35] Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n[00:34.98] Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n[00:37.64] Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n[00:40.12] Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n[00:42.72] Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n[00:45.58] So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n[00:48.47] Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n[00:50.84] I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n[00:53.46] Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n[00:56.45] I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples feat. 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n"},{"id":10453398,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples featuring Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples featuring Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":11681076,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples featuring Alkaholiks, Tha","albumName":"Expansion Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\nYo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all (toast to this)\nCheck one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAin't it drunk?\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\nI consume strictly green leaves like pandas\nDig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\nI'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\nYour style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\nIt needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery - alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\nYour vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page - here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\nAnd y'all can't come (close to this)\n{*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\nHigh-rollin, takin over your local casino\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\n\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\nDilated and the (Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\nWe smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\nAnd spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\nAiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\nwhere bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\nAnd C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\nWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\nYo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\nLikwid, pour it on y'all from California\nProgrammers, spray this on your play list\nIf rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\nLive show radio mixtape massacre\nIt's a party y'all with room for more passengers\nI turn mics to pistols and start rappin\nAnd turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\nJ-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n\"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\nI'm not fashionable but I am international\nI called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\nHonies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\nDon't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\nAnimal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\nI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n- 1/2\n\nAiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\nI crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\nBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\nTash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\nIs it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\nthinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\nShe'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\nLikwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\nWhile you ask I take, anything that I could lift\nYour rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\nI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\nYour styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\nI do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\nY'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\nI'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\nI'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\nThe extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\nThe extended family of the Likwit Crew\nThe extended family of everybody that smoke bud\nDilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples featuring Alkaholiks, Tha\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)\n  Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  Ain't it drunk?\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery - alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n  Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page - here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift bout to kill after the Dilated y'all (toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)\n  And y'all can't come (close to this)\n  {*scratched: \"Dilated, heavy rotated\" - \"with Tha Liks\"*}\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino\n  High-rollin, takin over your local casino\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch\n  Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)\n  We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)\n  Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast\n  where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be \"Leaving Las Vegas\"\n  Live show radio mixtape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  \"Expansion Team\", \"X.O.\" chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural\n  Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  - 1/2\n\n  Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns\n  thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her\n  She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n  While you ask I take, anything that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all\n"},{"id":12334026,"name":"Heavy Rotation","trackName":"Heavy Rotation","artistName":"Dilated Peoples feat. 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I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the 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I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We 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Team","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n(Nigga)\nNobody brought no ice?\n(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\nYo, yo, pass the beer\n(We drink in heavy rotation)\n(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\nOne-two, one-two\n(Ahh, ahh)\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\nFind me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\nMcEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\nDrinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\nMake women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\nDon't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\nHoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\nEvery mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\nMost women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\nSo that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\nMe and Tash met this tan bitch, made 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I can't stand it\n\nHops, barley, water, yeast, grain\nDistillery alcohol for the brain\nSo check it out, smoke fills the area\nDrunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\nYour vision blurred eyes start to blink\nYou overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n(Cut it out)\nThis bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\nTequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\nSixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\nOpen off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\nTurn the page here comes the next chapter\nBattle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\nHeavy rotation, dilate expansion\nCalifornia funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\nFuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\nBut chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nDilated y'all\n(Toast to this)\nIt's Tha Liks baby\n(Toast to this)\n\nAnd y'all can't come\n(Close to this)\nDilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\nI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\nWe control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\nAnd my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\nHigh-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\nYear after year, my music pleases your ear\nThat's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\nTune in, this is like a family reunion\nWe like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\nDilated and the\n(Likwid MC's)\nWe gradually elevatin' to a\n(Higher degree)\n\nWe smash through the 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bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n[00:58.94] Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n[01:01.30] It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n[01:04.06] Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n[01:07.21] Distillery alcohol for the brain\n[01:09.27] So check it out, smoke fills the area\n[01:11.93] Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n[01:14.68] Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n[01:17.51] You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n[01:19.64] (Cut it out)\n[01:20.92] This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n[01:22.61] Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n[01:24.96] Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n[01:27.36] Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n[01:30.35] Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n[01:33.11] Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n[01:36.37] Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n[01:38.72] California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n[01:41.49] Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n[01:43.73] But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n[01:46.22] Dilated y'all\n[01:47.67] (Toast to this)\n[01:49.09] It's Tha Liks baby\n[01:50.10] (Toast to this)\n[01:51.61] And y'all can't come\n[01:52.82] (Close to this)\n[01:54.42] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[01:57.50] Dilated y'all\n[01:58.59] (Toast to this)\n[01:59.86] It's Tha Liks baby\n[02:00.76] (Toast to this)\n[02:02.34] And y'all can't come\n[02:03.31] (Close to this)\n[02:04.97] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[02:07.61] I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n[02:09.92] We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n[02:12.84] And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n[02:15.54] High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n[02:17.51] Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n[02:20.35] That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n[02:23.28] Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n[02:25.63] We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n[02:28.86] Dilated and the\n[02:30.05] (Likwid MC's)\n[02:30.99] We gradually elevatin' to a\n[02:32.32] (Higher degree)\n[02:33.36] We smash through the underground like we\n[02:34.87] (SUV's)\n[02:36.05] And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n[02:38.46] (Nuttin' for free)\n[02:39.40] Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n[02:41.97] Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n[02:44.53] And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n[02:47.00] We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n[02:49.87] Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n[02:52.75] Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n[02:55.12] Programmers, spray this on your play list\n[02:58.20] If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n[03:00.25] Live show radio mix tape massacre\n[03:03.51] It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n[03:05.77] I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n[03:08.21] And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n[03:11.06] J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n[03:13.78] 'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n[03:15.89] I'm not fashionable but I am international\n[03:18.77] I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n[03:21.40] Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n[03:24.03] Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n[03:26.91] Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n[03:29.41] I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n[03:32.08] Dilated y'all\n[03:33.20] (Toast to this)\n[03:34.55] It's Tha Liks baby\n[03:35.65] (Toast to this)\n[03:37.45] And y'all can't come\n[03:38.45] (Close to this)\n[03:40.48] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[03:42.72] Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n[03:44.82] I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n[03:47.63] Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n[03:50.38] Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n[03:53.23] Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n[03:55.70] Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n[03:58.42] She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n[04:00.63] Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n[04:03.58] While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n[04:06.57] Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n[04:08.65] I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n[04:10.99] Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n[04:14.33] I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n[04:16.97] Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n[04:19.36] I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n[04:22.05] I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n[04:24.83] Dilated y'all\n[04:25.85] (Toast to this)\n[04:27.24] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:28.40] (Toast to this)\n[04:30.16] And y'all can't come\n[04:31.27] (Close to this)\n[04:33.11] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:35.68] Dilated y'all\n[04:36.65] (Toast to this)\n[04:38.21] It's Tha Liks baby\n[04:39.23] (Toast to this)\n[04:40.91] And y'all can't come\n[04:42.07] (Close to this)\n[04:43.79] Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n[04:46.49] The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n[04:49.79] The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n[04:51.73] The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n[04:55.33] Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n[04:57.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Rotation\n  artist: Dilated Peoples featuring Tha Liks\n  album: Expansion Team\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 3200\n- text: (Nigga)\n  start_ms: 3200\n  end_ms: 4070\n- text: Nobody brought no ice?\n  start_ms: 4070\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: (Ahh, 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|-\n  Y'all didn't bring no ice?\n  (Nigga)\n  Nobody brought no ice?\n  (Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)\n\n  Yo, yo, pass the beer\n  (We drink in heavy rotation)\n  (Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)\n  One-two, one-two\n  (Ahh, ahh)\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas\n  Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus\n  McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras\n  Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits\n\n  Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish\n  Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics\n  Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics\n  Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis\n\n  Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic\n  So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis\n  Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich\n  I consume strictly green leaves like pandas\n\n  Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths\n  I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge\n  Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up\n  It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it\n\n  Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain\n  Distillery alcohol for the brain\n  So check it out, smoke fills the area\n  Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier\n\n  Your vision blurred eyes start to blink\n  You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink\n  (Cut it out)\n  This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain\n  Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang\n\n  Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs\n  Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range\n  Turn the page here comes the next chapter\n  Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA\n\n  Heavy rotation, dilate expansion\n  California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'\n  Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us\n  But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal\n  We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal\n  And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino\n  High-rollin', takin' over your local casino\n\n  Year after year, my music pleases your ear\n  That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear\n  Tune in, this is like a family reunion\n  We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch\n\n  Dilated and the\n  (Likwid MC's)\n  We gradually elevatin' to a\n  (Higher degree)\n\n  We smash through the underground like we\n  (SUV's)\n  And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'\n  (Nuttin' for free)\n\n  Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast\n  Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks\n  And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke\n  We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast\n\n  Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer\n  Likwid, pour it on y'all from California\n  Programmers, spray this on your play list\n  If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'\n\n  Live show radio mix tape massacre\n  It's a party y'all with room for more passengers\n  I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'\n  And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em\n\n  J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them\n  'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em\n  I'm not fashionable but I am international\n  I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural\n\n  Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'\n  Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains\n  Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks\n  I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand\n  I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band\n  Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love\n  Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club\n\n  Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns\n  Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her\n  She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8\n  Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate\n\n  While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift\n  Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift\n  I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'\n  Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'\n\n  I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here\n  Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir\n  I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away\n  I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  Dilated y'all\n  (Toast to this)\n  It's Tha Liks baby\n  (Toast to this)\n\n  And y'all can't come\n  (Close to this)\n  Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks\n\n  The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks\n  The extended family of the Likwit Crew\n  The extended family of everybody that smoke bud\n  Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all\n"}]