Tash – Smokefest 1999 Lyrics
Artist: Tash
Song: Smokefest 1999
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
If y’all n#gg#s don’t feel me, then I blame it on your parents
My style is cold like I bought it off the ice cream truck
I’m here to let you know f#ckin’ wit me is not an option
I be rollin’ wit King T, and we all in the same game
You know it’s bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
You can ask my n#gg# 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”
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 sh#t
And you notifying Alkaholiks daily
So punk m#th*rf#ck*r you better duck b#tch
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 n#gg# you don’t even wanna go f#ck 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 n#gg#, 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 n#gg# 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
sh#t 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, n#gg#s is gonna get in filled what they facin’
Phil feel the ration, Phil feel the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, n#gg#s 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
n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s 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 f#ckin’ 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
Wit that Doctor Greenthumb sh#t, know what I mean?
Smoke, SmokeFest time
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From the album:
Rap Life [Explicit]
Release Year: 1999