Текст (слова) песни: Tash - Smokefest 1999

[tash]

Smoke this blunt

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

Im 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 yall niggas dont feel me, then I blame it on your parents

Cuz tash fuck it up, dont 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 its poppin

Im here to let you know fuckin wit mes not an option

Cuz tash is my name, tashll start it wit a bang

Tashll end it wit a *gun shots* thats not the same thing

Tashll 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, lets talk about some skrill

You know its 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, yall 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 Im already high tonight

But Im not though just on them black & milds

And people thinkin Im 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 dont 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 thats wit a vice grip

Really tightly, and Im 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 Im 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 Im already high

Smoke, smoke fest time

[phil the agony]

Yo yo yo

Whenever Im 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, Im writin exact on my axis

From my head down to my air maxs

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, Id 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

Its 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, dont 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, Im 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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Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If yall niggas dont feel me, then I blame it on your parents Cuz tash fuck it up, dont 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 its poppin Im here to let you know fuckin wit mes not an option Cuz tash is my name, tashll start it wit a bang Tashll end it wit a gun shots thats not the same thing Tashll 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, lets talk about some skrill You know its 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, yall 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 Im already high tonight But Im not though just on them black & milds And people thinkin Im 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 dont 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 thats wit a vice grip Really tightly, and Im 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 Im 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 Im already high Smoke, smoke fest time [phil the agony] Yo yo yo Whenever Im 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, Im writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air maxs 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, Id 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 Its 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, dont 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, Im 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? 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