Smoke blunt Yo, grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest '99 I'm glad you all make it As you can see admission was free this SmokeFest year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts sixty bucks, baby
CaTashTraphe , I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four If niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'Cuz Tash fuck it up, twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I it off the ice cream truck
Listen here, Tash be niggas wit my beer Tash be down as fuck swingin' off the chandelier Tash be here, be there Tash be everywhere poppin' I'm to let you know fuckin' wit me is not an option
'Cuz is my name, Tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a, that's not the thing Tash'll your frame, Tash swings like gold chains I be wit King T, and we all in the same game
But enough about CaTash, let's talk about some You know bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga Phil how real is, the weed SmokeFest '99 something to the beat
man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "All the way Mobile, Alabama" (Smoke, time) Oh yeah, you got bucks for a blunt? "Yessir, we came to smoke blunts wit you baby"
I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie, the time is Be ridin' the track so fiercely that it seems that I'm already tonight But I'm not just on them Black & Mild ones And people thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cuz I be And rippin' the track and verbally attackin' on yo' for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fly And you notifying Alkaholiks So punk motherfucker you better bitch 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 hot
I can be the player you bust wit Or nigga you don't wanna go fuck wit Or nup wit, you dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a grip, really tightly
And I'm keepin the crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to thee Very nicely, Aquemini my nigga, not a But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green While I G, yeah yeah right
life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin' his folk in the next cell wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon
wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes Musty under arms, soul charm Bump off in the drums, on the one Stankonious under smellin' where I'm from son
The day you is when you start to die The in between us will mean the most, I toast my high gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm high
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Yo yo yo, I'm writing, you can call me Philly Titan Reciting to you an interview like Phil Me and my crew, Los Angeles, scandalous, like Watergate Phil on the break, on the break
Phil fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin' out your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's, Phil waxes and Phil also fills up mental up in your gully basket
My name is Jason I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled they facin' Phil feel the ration, Phil the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be "Phil is illin'!"
Phil is willin' and ready, is Raw like Eddie Phil be cuttin up like and confetti Deadly, Phil feel the pain when I walk the rain Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, again"
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Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special right about now We have a special guest just stepped in the house You know this man, he the cat in rap music He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb, 'em out
Now I be, rollin' and smokin' and holdin the sack When my lungs be gettin' swollen, hittin' the bong For chronic ironic, the hydroponic We got it, robotic you on melodic tricks of sonic
SmokeFest, expandin' your Buddha best, for you to step back 'Cuz your lyrics are cess weed, yes indeed
The you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle a spliff, believe it, retrieve it Over the counter, can you it I give you Greenthumb digits, but don't repeat it
The Brew and the Buddah Masters together Gettin' you and fuckin' you up that much faster Zig Zags, leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin' smoked at the Buddha shows
Excuse me, if it seems too The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel Let me mash out, I'm breakin' the out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga out (Smoke, time) Wit that Doctor shit, know what I mean?
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