Smokefest

Tash (Rap)

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    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"

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    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"

    Información de la canción

    Composición: J. Smith y Tash

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