Smokefest 1999-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 w**d 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 f**k 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 f**k swingin' off the chandelier Tash be here, Tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin' I'm here to let you know f**kin' 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 ni**a Phil how real this is, the w**d 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 sh*t And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk motherf**ker you better duck b**ch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the d**e spot, but the slangin' got my snappin' like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or ni**a you don't even wanna go f**k 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 ni**a, 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 ni**a 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, 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 w**d, 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 f**kin' 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 ni**a Tash out (Smoke, SmokeFest time) Wit that Doctor Greenthumb sh*t, know what I mean? 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