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

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