Lyrics Smokefest 1999 - Phil da Agony feat. Defari , B-Real , Tash , André 3000 , Big Boi
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
niggas
don't
feel
me,
then
I
blame
it
on
your
parents
'Cause
tash
f**k
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
niggas
wit
my
beer
Tash
be
partied
down
as
f**k
swingin
off
the
chandelier
Tash
be
here,
tash
be
there
Tash
be
everywhere
it's
poppin
I'm
here
to
let
you
know
f**kin
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
t,
and
we
all
in
the
same
game
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
nigga
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
'cause
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
shit
And
you
notifying
alkaholiks
daily
So
punk
muf**ker
you
better
dub
bitch
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
nigga
you
don't
even
wanna
go
f**k
wit
Or
nup
wit,
you
suck
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
nigga,
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
life,
now
picture
this
A
nigga
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
Shit
gets
so
bad,
I
know
it
make
you
wanna
cry
But
suck
it
up,
button
up,
go
ahead
and
do
your
thing
For
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,
niggas
is
gonna
get
in
filled
what
they
facin
Phil/feel
the
ration,
phil/feel
the
adrenaline
I
penetrate
like
penicillin,
niggas
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
Niggas
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
'cause
your
lyrics
are
like
cess
weed
Yes
indeed,
the
session
you
need
to
retrieve
it
It's
ten
niggas
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**kin
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
nigga
tash
out
Wit
that
doctor
greenthumb
shit,
know
what
I
mean?
Smoke,
smoke
fest
time
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