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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(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 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? 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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(feat. Phil Da Agony, Xzibit)
[Intro:] [Tash] Likwit Crew baby We bout to take this one ghetto, ghetto Universal universe The solar system, the solar system This is goin' out to The Detroit homies The Cleveland homies The Sacramento homies The Oakland homies The Florida homies The Atlanta homies New York homies Jersey homies Texas homies Arkansas homies World wide [Verse 1:] [Tash] I got a lot off friends But how many Tru Homies The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me Don't get around no trick And try to act if you don't know me Homie, this is likwit family, We all in together If that bitch will eat a pussy Tell that bitch she was your brother You share and share a light, That's how we do with one and other You just met that bitch tonight And now you actin' like you love her Fuck you, you a whore I gotta keep it real I shook a Nigga quick, End up with J and Phil J is from the backtown Phil is from the ville These my diamond motherfuckers And my Niggas shoot to kill Even if we clock a meal So money ain't the issue If you in some bullshit I'm in that shit with you Can't let no bullets hit you If you die I won't forget you Likwit takin' over 99 it's official We hit you were it hurt, Until your mind don't work Run 'em over on my turf Drives a Nigga berserk So their ain't no way about to Walhalla And you surround her All I gotta do is lie to somebody, And getting pounded We run triple foul Killa-Cal with the style [?], bow wow, right now Cause this is how we do it If you know me, homie show me I am my brothers keeper, That's what my daddy told me [Chorus:] [Xzibit] We're about 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys Only separate the real Niggas from the decoys Killafornia B-Boys, I got ya back automatically They wanna get through you, they gotta go through me About 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew [Verse 2:] [Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's] Phil Da Ag, Xzibit and Tash, the true homies The bottom set it off, My Likwit crew will set it for me The type that always got the itchy fingers on the triggers Yo my Niggas go ahead, Tash [?] X shown in for all of my best friends The cash that I was walkin' turned me hop into the Benz My friends say when I die, They carry me before they bury me [?]My friends, that be fuckin the French women that marry's me? My [?] who give a fuck if I stopped breathin' Better relax Nigga and start bleedin', y'all my [?] I could pass out, black out or be out on the concrete The urgency technique, You have learned to see at the street Phil the Agony on defeat Likwit fleet is rollin' deep Rollin' well with laser beams on they heat If I get kidnapped, tied up, beaten and strapped My kids'll still kick in the ransom to get me back [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Xzibit] Never ever rat on your friends We make moves like identical twins I'm talkin' dirt, bitches and ends All around the map to sett 'em choppin' Los Angeles Took the route, I hold it down, While other Niggas abandon us The city of lost angels We work the angles like a crime syndicate ?Flash Bentley on the benedict? Screamin' Likwit, hit you automatic We could benefit You ain't are listed in the rage You just an immigrant But rhyme just together is tougher than leather Niggas die for whatever I clear the whole street When I let my sweater And let it rain with the baretta Provoke insanity, when you talkin' with my family Front line, first stream, Alkaholik regime Carried away or get cut from the team Me and my brothers stick together, cause that's all we got And I'ma have my Niggas back till my caps pop [Chorus] [Outro:] [Tash] Uh, It's all love It's all love [?] Now let me shout it out to; All the Chicago homies The Northern Ohio homies Seattle, D.C, Virginia L, I now y'all homies get it right Tru Homies |
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