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Versurile Tash - SmokeFest 1999
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[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
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