Outkast - SmokeFest 1999 lyrics

[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 n***as don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents Cuz Tash f** 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 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 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 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 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 sh** And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk muf**er you better dub b**h 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 n***a you don't even wanna go f** wit Or nup wit, you s** 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 n***a, 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 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 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 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, 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, 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, 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 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 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 n***a Tash out Wit that Doctor Greenthumb sh**, know what I mean? Smoke, Smoke Fest time