B-Real - SmokeFest 1999 lyrics

[Tash] 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 to SmokeFest this year All the weed you see is free But the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks??!!) [Verse 1: Tash] CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in 24 karats If y'all n***as don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'Cause Tash f** 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' n***as wit' my beer Tash be partied down as f** swingin' off the chandelier Tash be here, Tash be there, Tash be everywhere it's poppin' I'm here to let you know f**in' 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 Tee, and we all in the same gang 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 n***a Phil how real this is, the weed SmokeFest '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, SmokeFest time [Verse 2: 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, I'm just on them Black & Mild ones And people think that I'm the wild one 'Cause I be flippin' and rippin' the track And verbally attackin' on your style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fire sh** And you notifying Tha Alkaholiks daily So pump one 'fore you better dump, b**h With a d-boy, rap, so 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 n***a you don't even wanna go f** wit' Or nup wit, you s** dick So why you all up on my nuts? Quit 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 n***a, not a Pisces But I'm likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write G, yeah, yeah, right [Verse 3: André 3000] Yeah, peep this out yeah Hard like, now picture this A n***a 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 underarms, soul slum charm Bump off in the drum, rhythm on the one Stankonians 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 See, sh** gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But s** it up, bu*ton up, go ahead and do your thing Folk, I'm already high Smoke, SmokeFest time [Verse 4: Phil The Agony] 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 File up your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's Phil waxes and relaxes Phil also fills up mental food up in your picnic baskets My name is Jason when I fill out my application To the nation, n***as is gonna get in filled what they facin' Phil/feel the ration, Phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, n***as 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 n***as be like "He sayin' Phil again, Phil again, Phil again" Smoke, SmokeFest time [Interlude: 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 [Verse 5: B-Real] Now I be, rollin' and smokin' And holdin' the golden sack When my lungs be gettin' swollen, hittin' the bong, rollin' For chronic ironic, growin' the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic SmokeFest, expandin' your chest, Buddah bless, best For you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten n***as 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 f**in' you up that much faster Zig zags, 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 to smoke my n***a Tash out With that Doctor Greenthumb sh**, know what I mean? Smoke, SmokeFest time