Smokefest 1999 lyrics

Artist  : Tash 
Song : Smokefest 1999



 Send "Smokefest 1999" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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