featuring B-Real, Phil, OutKast



Intro:

[Tash]

Here we go

Everybody grab a seat

Welcome to Smokefest 99

I'm glad you all could make it

As you can see, this edition is the greenest Smokefest this year



Verse 1:

[Tash]

Could tell to me, I suit it too

Dipped in 24 characters

Y'all Niggas don't feel me

Then I blame it on your parents

Cause Tash fuck it up,

Don't twist it up with luck

My style is calm,

like I bought it off the ice cream truck

Listen here, huh,

Tash be crashin' Niggas with my beer

Tash be partied down as fuck,

swinging on this chandelier

Tash be here, Tash be there

Tash be everywhere, it's poppin'

I'm here to let you know

Fuckin' with me's not an option

Cause Tash is my man

Tash done started with a bang

Tash done ended with a

That's not the same thing

Tash'll split your brain

Tash swings like gold chains

I be rolling with King Tee

We all in the same game

But enough about the Tash

Let's talk about some squeal

You know it's bout to pop,

when Likwit Crew is on the bill

You can ask my Nigga Phil

How real this is, the weed

Smokefest 99 burn somethin' to the beat



"Smoke, Smokefest time"



Verse 2:

[Dre of Outkast]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I was lookin' to get my scub

Looked up like kid dynamite,

the time is right

We ride with tracks so fiercely

That it seems like I'm already high tonight

But I'm not, though it's only for a lack of hours

And people be thinking I'm wilder

Cause I be livin' and rippin' the track,

and probably attackin' over your shoulder

Fun, high is so much a leaf

Myself I gotta be composin' that fine shit

You notified a Alkaholik

Then it's a popup, givin' it up bitch

But you need more, rap,

Some of my boys are still in the trap

I mean to dose by

But the slingin' got me snappin'

Like the (?)

I could the play you wanna bust with

Or maybe you don't, whether go fuck with it

Or nuff with, you suck dick

So why you all over nuts swift

I hold the microphone

And that's with a byscript

Pretty tightly

And I'm keepin' the words crystal clear

So you don't correct and try to bite me

Very nicely, Aquemini

My Nigga, (?)

But I likely, don't test of that green stuff

While I ride G



Verse 3:

[Big Boi of Outkast]

Yeah

Hard life, now picture this

A Nigga in jail,

rappin' while he smokin' an XL

Tappin' with some spoons

We go rank the boom boom

Fresh of a planet with Sassoon's

That hit full moons

Talkin' black moons, tilly tight platoons

Much lay under arms

Songs, long John

Wipe 'em in the drum

Rhythm on the one

Stay lonely is understandin' where I'm comin from, son

The day you want it when you started that

The time in-between us, will mean the most

I toss my hat

These chickens so bad,

that I know it make you wanna cry

But suck it up, burn it up

Go ahead and do your thing



"Smokefest time"



Verse 4:

[Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's]

Now I kick my rhyme in

You can call me Philly tight in

Resitin' you an interview

Like Phil die on UPM

My crew translate

Los Angeles scandalous like Watergate

Phil on the break, Phil on the grape

Phil in the blanket,

feels bad like gettin' shaved

Plus your taxes

I'm ridin' exact for my access

From my head down to my Air Max's

You wax us and relax us

Phil (?)

Yo, my name is Jason,

when I fill out my application

To the Nation

Niggas is gone gettin' bill with they face it

Phil the race hit

Feel the adrenaline

I penetrate like penacil

And Niggas be like Phil is illin'

Phil is willin' and ready

Phil is more like Eddy

Phil be cuttin' out like Machete

And confetti deadly

Feel the pain when I walk through the rain

Niggas be likin' sayin' Phil again,

Phil again, Phil again



"Smokefest"

"This is a call"



Verse 5:

[B-Real of Cypress Hill]

Now I be rollin' and smokin'

Just holdin' the golden sack

When me lungs be gettin' swollen

Hittin' the bong, foldin' for Chronic

Ironic, funk when the hydrobolic

We got it robotic,

keeps you wantin' for lotic tricks

Are sonic

Smokefest expel in you chest

Who to blast, best

For you to step back,

cause your lyrics are like sessed weed

Yes indeed, a session you need

To retrieve it

It's 10 Niggas in a circle smokin' a splif

Believe it

Retrieve it,

Open the counter, can you conceive it

I give you Dr. Greenthumb digits

But don't repeat it

The brew crew then to call the master together

Hittin' you higher

And fuckin' you up that much faster

Zigzags that leaves pipes and ?farmbowls?

All weed gettin' smoked

But who the heck shows

Excuse me if it seems to complicated

The herb I hold is platinum,

while yours is nickleplated

Let me mash out, and breakin' the stash out

The hash out

And roll into the studio

Let's smoke my Nigga Tash out



"Smoke, smokefest time"