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