Smokefest 1999 by Tash
(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
'cause tash f**k 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 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's not an option
'cause 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 'cause 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 muf**ker 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 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 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
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