Tash Smokefest 1999 Lyrics

Smokefest 1999 Lyrics

[tash]

Smoke this blunt

Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke
fest ’99

I’m glad you all could make it

As you can see
admission was free this smoke fest this year

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

(sixty bucks? ? !!)



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 icecream 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’s not an option

Cuz tash is my name,
tash’ll start it wit a bang

Tash’ll end it wit a *gun shots* 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

Smoke fest ’99 burn something to the beat



*tash in background*

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

"all the way from mobile, alabama."

Oh yeah, you
came to smoke some blunt? 

"yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit
you baby."



Smoke, smoke fest time



[big boi]

Yeah yeah yeah

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 I’m already high tonight

But I’m not though just on them black
& mild’s

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 mufucker you better dub 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



[dre]

Yeah, check this out yeah

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, smoke fest time



[phil the
agony]

Yo yo yo

Whenever I’m writing, you can call me philly
titan

Receiting 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

File up 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 ? deadly gases? 

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, smoke fest time



[tash]

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



[b-real]

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

Smoke fest, expandin your chest

Buddah 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, don’t repeat it

The brew crew and the buddah
masters together

Gettin you higher and fuckin you up that much faster

Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls

All be gettin smoked at
the buddah 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

Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I
mean? 



Smoke, smoke fest time