Heavy Rotation Dilated Peoples (Ft. Tha Alkaholiks)

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"*}

[Verse 1: 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'mma 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