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Tennis Lyrics - Dilated Peoples feat. Tha Liks : Heavy Rotation

      Y'all didn't bring no ice? (Nigga)
      Nobody brought no ice? (Ahh, ah-hah, aww yeah!)
      Yo, yo pass the beer (We drink in heavy rotation)
      (Yeah that's what I'm talkin bout!) One-two, one-two
      (Ahh, ahh)

      [Ev] Dilated y'all (toast to this)
      [Ro] Check one - it's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)
      [Ro] Ain't it drunk?
      [Ev] And y'all can't come (close to this)

      {*scratched: "Dilated, heavy rotated" - "with Tha Liks"*}

      [J-Ro]
      I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas
      Find me puffin tampons on your nearest college campus
      McEn-Ro, servin up heat like Pete Sampras
      Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits

      Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish
      Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics
      Hoes break your pockets like car mechanics
      Every morning, I bow down and pray like a mantis
      Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic
      So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis
      Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich
      I consume strictly green leaves like pandas
      Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths
      I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge
      Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up
      It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it

      [Evidence]
      Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain
      Distillery - alcohol for the brain
      So check it out, smoke fills the area
      Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier
      Your vision (blurred) eyes start to blink
      You overdid it homes; you had too much to drink (cut it out)
      This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain
      Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang
      Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs
      Open off Tha Liks - duck season, you're in range
      Turn the page - here comes the next chapter
      Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA
      Heavy rotation, dilate expansion
      California funk - like Flav, we 'Cold Lampin'
      Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us
      But chill Swift bout to kill after the chorus

      [Chorus: repeat 2X]
      Dilated y'all (toast to this)
      It's Tha Liks baby (toast to this)
      And y'all can't come (close to this)

      {*scratched: "Dilated, heavy rotated" - "with Tha Liks"*}

      [E-Swift]
      I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal
      We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal
      And my crew is like the mob, we whylin off that vino
      High-rollin, takin over your local casino
      Year after year, my music pleases your ear

      That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear
      Tune in, this is like a family reunion
      We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch
      Dilated and the (Likwid MC's)
      We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree)
      We smash through the underground like we (SUV's)
      And spit game to the hoes and let em know they gettin (nuttin for free)
      Aiyyo listen close, toast to West coast
      Where bein gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks
      And C-walkin ain't just a dance or a joke
      We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast

      [Rakaa Iriscience]
      Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer
      Likwid, pour it on y'all from California
      Programmers, spray this on your play list
      If rap was hard liquor I'd be "Leaving Las Vegas"
      Live show radio mixtape massacre
      It's a party y'all with room for more passengers
      I turn mics to pistols and start rappin
      And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin 'em
      J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them
      "Expansion Team", "X.O." chips, cashin 'em
      I'm not fashionable but I am international
      I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural
      Honies keep flirtin like the flows are workin
      Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains
      Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks
      I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this

      [Chorus] - 1/2

      [Tash]
      Aiyyo CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand
      I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band
      Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love
      Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club
      Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin patterns
      Thinkin yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin at her
      She'll be drinkin at a tavern, out of a glass size 8
      Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate
      While you ask I take, anything that I could lift
      Your rapper's rappin like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin like Swift
      I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin
      Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin
      I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here
      Y'all niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir
      I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away
      I'm bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day

      [Chorus]

      [Tash]
      The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks
      The extended family of the Likwit Crew
      The extended family of everybody that smoke bud
      Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin place y'all

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