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Y'all didn't bring no ice?(Nigga) |
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Nobody brought no ice?(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah) |
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Yo, yo, pass the beer(We drink in heavy rotation)(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!) |
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One-two, one-two(Ahh, ahh) |
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Dilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksI'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas |
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Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus |
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McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like |
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Pete Sampras |
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Drinkin' Jose |
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Cuervo like some |
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Spanish bandits |
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Make women panic when |
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I tell 'em |
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I'ma vanish |
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Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics |
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Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics |
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Every mornin', |
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I bow down and pray like a mantis |
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Most women can't stand this but |
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I, ain't romantic |
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So that thought you can banish to the city of |
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AtlantisMe and |
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Tash met this tan bitch, made a |
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Likwid sandwich |
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I consume strictly green leaves like pandas |
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Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths |
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I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like |
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Dorothy Dandridge |
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Your style is |
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Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up |
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It needs a bandage, how do you manage? |
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I can't stand it |
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Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain |
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Distillery alcohol for the brain |
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So check it out, smoke fills the area |
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Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier |
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Your vision blurred eyes start to blink |
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You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink(Cut it out) |
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This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain |
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Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang |
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Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs |
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Open off Tha |
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Liks duck season, you're in range |
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Turn the page here comes the next chapter |
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Battle Ev? |
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You sign with |
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Blue Cross or |
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AFTRAHeavy rotation, dilate expansion |
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California funk, like |
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Flav, we Cold |
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Lampin'Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us |
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But chill |
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Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus |
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Dilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksDilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksI cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal |
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We control the underground like |
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Bugsy Siegal |
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And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino |
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High-rollin', takin' over your local casino |
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Year after year, my music pleases your ear |
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That's why my focus is right like |
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Outboard gear |
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Tune in, this is like a family reunion |
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We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch |
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Dilated and the(Likwid MC's) |
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We gradually elevatin' to a(Higher degree) |
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We smash through the underground like we(SUV's) |
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And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'(Nuttin' for free) |
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Aiyyo, listen close, toast to |
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West coast |
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Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks |
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And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke |
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We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast |
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Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer |
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Likwid, pour it on y'all from |
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California |
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Programmers, spray this on your play list |
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If rap was hard liquor |
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I'd be 'Leaving |
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Las Vegas' |
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Live show radio mix tape massacre |
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It's a party y'all with room for more passengers |
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I turn mics to pistols and start rappin' |
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And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em |
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J-Ro, E-Swift, |
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Tash and them' |
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Expansion |
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Team', 'X. |
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O.' chips, cashin 'em |
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I'm not fashionable but |
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I am international |
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I called it like, |
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I see it on stage like |
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Supernatural |
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Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin' |
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Don't stop 'til |
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I'm certain then |
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I close the curtains |
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Animal House shit, coast to coast like |
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Tha LiksI don't drink as much, but |
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I'll toast to this |
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Dilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksAiyyo, |
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CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand |
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I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the |
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Gap BandBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no love |
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Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club |
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Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns |
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Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her |
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She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8 |
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Likwid Crew and |
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Dilated make that ass gyrate |
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While you ask |
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I take, anythin' that |
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I could lift |
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Your rapper's rappin' like |
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CaTash y'all |
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DJ's rappin' like |
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SwiftI was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin' |
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Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin' |
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I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here |
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Y'all, niggaz better make way for |
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X, Ras and |
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SaafirI'm like a tattooed tear, |
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Tash'll never go away |
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I'm 'bout to fill my quota |
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I need X.O. every day |
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Dilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksDilated y'all(Toast to this) |
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It's Tha Liks baby(Toast to this) |
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And y'all can't come(Close to this) |
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Dilated, heavy rotated with |
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Tha LiksThe extended family of |
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Tha Alkaholiks |
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The extended family of the |
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Likwit Crew |
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The extended family of everybody that smoke bud |
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Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all |
