Smokefest 1999 Lyrics - Singles - Tash

Smoke this blunt 

Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest '99 

I'm glad you all could make it 

As you can see admission was free this SmokeFest this year 

All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks, baby 

CaTashTraphe , I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats 

If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 

'Cuz Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck 

My style is cold like I bought it off the ice cream truck 

Listen here, Tash be crashin' niggas wit my beer 

Tash be partied down as fuck swingin' off the chandelier 

Tash be here, Tash be there 

Tash be everywhere it's poppin' 

I'm here to let you know fuckin' wit me is not an option 

'Cuz Tash is my name, Tash'll start it wit a bang 

Tash'll end it wit a, that's not the same thing 

Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains 

I be rollin' wit King T, and we all in the same game 

But enough about CaTash, let's talk about some skrill 

You know it's bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill 

You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is, the weed 

SmokeFest '99 burn something to the beat 

Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? 

"All the way from Mobile, Alabama" 

(Smoke, SmokeFest time) 

Oh yeah, you got sixty bucks for a blunt? 

"Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby" 

I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie, the time is right 

Be ridin' the track so fiercely that it seems that I'm already high tonight 

But I'm not though just on them Black & Mild ones 

And people thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cuz I be flippin' 

And rippin' the track and verbally attackin' on yo' style for fun 

Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fly shit 

And you notifying Alkaholiks daily 

So punk motherfucker you better duck bitch 

What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap 

I mean the dope spot, but the slangin' got my snappin' like the rope hot 

I can be the player you wanna bust wit 

Or nigga you don't even wanna go fuck wit 

Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick 

I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip, really tightly 

And I'm keepin the words crystal clear 

So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee 

Very nicely, Aquemini my nigga, not a Pisces 

But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff 

While I write G, yeah yeah right 

Hard life, now picture this 

A nigga in jail, rappin' while his folk in the next cell 

Tappin' wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom 

Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons 

Soakin' wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes 

Musty under arms, soul shlong charm 

Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one 

Stankonious under smellin' where I'm comin' from son 

The day you bone is when you start to die 

The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high 

Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry 

But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing 

For I'm already high 

Smoke, SmokeFest time 

Yo yo yo, whenever I'm writing, you can call me Philly Titan 

Reciting to you an interview like Phil Donahue 

Me and my crew, translate Los Angeles, scandalous, like Watergate 

Phil on the break, Phil on the break 

Phil fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin' shanked 

Fill out your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis 

From my head down to my Air Max's, Phil waxes and relaxs 

Phil also fills up mental food up in your gully basket 

My name is Jason when I fill out my application 

To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin' 

Phil feel the ration, Phil feel the adrenaline 

I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "Phil is illin'!" 

Phil is willin' and ready, Phil is Raw like Eddie 

Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti 

Deadly, Phil feel the pain when I walk through the rain 

Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, Phil again" 

Smoke, SmokeFest time 

Hey hey hey 

Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now 

We have a special guest that just stepped in the house 

You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music 

He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb, smoke 'em out 

Now I be, rollin' and smokin' and holdin the golden sack 

When my lungs be gettin' swollen, hittin' the bong foldin' 

For chronic ironic, growin' the hydroponic 

We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic 

SmokeFest, expandin' your chest 

Buddha bless best, for you to step back 

'Cuz your lyrics are like cess weed, yes indeed 

The session you need to retrieve it 

It's ten niggas in a circle smokin' a spliff, believe it, retrieve it 

Over the counter, can you conceive it 

I give you Doctor Greenthumb digits, but don't repeat it 

The Brew Crew and the Buddah Masters together 

Gettin' you higher and fuckin' you up that much faster 

Zig Zags, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls 

All be gettin' smoked at the Buddha head shows 

Excuse me, if it seems too complicated 

The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated 

Let me mash out, I'm breakin' the stash out, the hash out 

I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga Tash out 

(Smoke, SmokeFest time) 

Wit that Doctor Greenthumb shit, know what I mean? 

Smoke, SmokeFest time