Y'all didn't bring no ice?Nobody brought no ice?Uh-huh, uh, yeahYou drinkin' heavy, rotate yourselfOne, two, one, two, yeahDie lady, you're hoes to thisCheck one, it's the licks, babyYou're hoes to thisAnd y'all can't come hoes to thisDie lady, you're hoes to thisI'm so outlandishMy rhyme's the paint, the track's the canvasFind me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campusMack and roll, servin' up yeetLike Pete Sampras, drinkin' Jose CuervoLike some Spanish banditsMake women panic when I tell them I'm on VanishDon't take it personal, these are 818 anticsHoes break your pockets like car mechanicsEvery morning, I bow down and pray like a mantisMost women can't stand thisBut I ain't romanticSo that thought you could banishTo the city of AtlantisMe and Tash met this 10, made a liquid sandwichI consume strictly green leaves like pandasDig through ice for my brewLike they dig for woolly mammothsI'm volcanic, I'm from **** that look like Dorothy DandridgeYour style has major damageIt's played out and ripped up, it needs a bandageHow do you manage? I can't stand youPops, barley, water, yeast, grainDistillery, alcohol for the brainSo check it outSmoke fills the areaDrunk, launch off the aircraft carrierYour vision? BlurredEyes start to blink, you overdid it, hoesYou had too much to drinkIt's bout set, the 12 rounds of painTequila, limes, and salt, these cats hard to hang16 bars sharp, teeth and fangsOpen off the licks, duck season, you're in rangeTurn the page, here comes the next chapterBattle F, you sign with Blue Cross or AftraHeavy rotation, dilate expansionCalifornia funk like Flav, we co-lampin**** the format till they can't ignore usBut chill, swift, bout to kill after the chorusDilated jaw, toast to thisIt's the licks, baby, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisDilated jaw, toast to thisIt's the licks, baby, toast to thisAy, y'all can't come, toast to thisI cook up beats like, dope, they should call me illegalWe control the underground like Bugsy SiegelAnd my crew is like the mob, we wildin' off that VinoHigh rollin', takin' over your local casinoYear after year, my music pleases your earThat's why my focus is right, like outboard gearTune in, this is like a family reunionWe like cousins and ****, rockin' this ****Dilated and the **** with MCsWe gradually elevatin' to a higher degreeWe smash through the underground like we SUVsAnd spit game through the hoes and let them know they gettin'Nothin' for freeAy, yo, listen close, toast to West CoastWe're bein' gangsta, ain't no hoax, we kill folksAnd seawalkin' ain't just a dance or a jokeWe stay in heavy rotation, coast to coastIt's hard to pass the ball, ask your lawyerLiquid pourin' on ya from CaliforniaProgrammers, spray this on your playlistIf rappers hard liquor, I be leavin' Las VegasLive show, radio, mixtape massacreIt's a party, y'all, room for more passengersI turn mics to pistols and start rappin'And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' emJ-Roll, E-Swift, cashin' emExpansion team, XO Chips, cashin' emI'm not fashionable, but I am internationalI call it like I see it on stage, like supernaturalHoneys keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'Don't stop till I'm certain, then I close the curtainsAnimal house, coast to coast like the LicksI don't drink as much, but I'll toast to thisDialated, y'all, toast to thisIt's the Licks, baby, toast to thisAnd y'all can't come, toast to thisDialated, let's take itWhen we back for your catastrophe, slap the trackWith a open fist, backhandI crack fans with funk and burn rubber like the GatbandBatman can't walk through my hood, it's no loveTassel Jack, I'm focused, caper, sport that s*** through the clubIs it love or is it buzz?They got my thinkin' patterns, thinkin'Yo, bitch, mine, that's why you see me winkin' at herYou should be drinkin' at a tavern out of a glass, IsaiahLiquid crew and dialated, make that ass gyrateWhile you ask, I take anything that I can liftYour rappers rappin' like a Tash, y'all DJs rappin' like SwiftI was born with a gift, huh, to average rappin'Your styles is odor, that's why my clicks start cabbage patchin'I do this for the beer and for the ones that ain't hereBetter make way for X, Raz and SaphirI'm like a tattooed tear, tassel never go awayI'm bout to fill my quota, I need XO every dayDialated, y'all, hoes to thisIt's the Licks, baby, hoes to thisAnd y'all can't come, hoes to thisDialated, heavy, rotate itDialated, y'all, hoes to thisIt's the Licks, baby, hoes to thisAnd y'all can't come, hoes to thisDialated, heavy, rotate itWith the Licks, hoesThe extended family of the alcoholicsThe extended family of the liquid crewThe extended family of everybody that smoke budDialated people's in a motherf***in' place, y'all