Aaliyah Freestyle - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Flow]

Flow. Ha

Bitch I'm still smo- still still still smoking

Still smo- still still still smoking

Stab the pussy up, I'm about to kill her

Ioin't drink liquor but the swisher is the killer

Baseball swag, if you slipping I'm stealing

She wanna keep moving so she gotta (?)

She rolling up the purple while I'm rolling up the silver

Smoking by the 7, blunts look pregnant

And we smoke weed from the pages out of high times

Warden getting mad cuz' she play us in the iPod

Good kush we connected, Wifi

Pot head hippie flow, Tie Dye

Captain of the team, and you hating on the sidelines

Nigga that's my watch, it's looking like my time

Eastside bitch, throwing peas and we locked fives

Word to the Philly scare, urb and a pickle jar

Swerve in the whip RRRRRRRRR

Call that the dizy car

RRRRRR VRUUMMMMM, I ain't finished yall

Always smoke supa dupa jumbo dubies

Everybody eyes' low, kung-fu movie

You smell us from a distance, We always keep a guard lit

Flame Gang music smoke more than your boyfriend

Front in front your dog and I'll lay you down in dog shit

Flow so cold, try to bite get frostbit

Swag on point, yeah I'm sharper than a shark-fin

She playing with my dick, you can call that the joystick

Higher than a plane plus my handgun jet black (Bow!)

I'll knock his brain out his mull-fucking snap-back

Stains on the rug, tried not to get the mat wet

We don't sign the thing until you show us where the check at

Now sit back and let me taste this green

And bitch send some naked pictures to my HTC

And send some pictures of your sisters 'cuz it ain't just me

A lot of pills

A lot of syrup

Girl it ain't just weed

Gotta murder this shit, like I hate this beat

Got high, got the munchies, and I ate this beat

Back seat, dark-tint, Lord you can't see me

Bitch I'm hotter than the summer time with no AC

(Hook):

I bet she already know me anyway

I got a model and her butt fake

She keep saying my blunt taste

Good (Ha Ha)

I bet she gon' wanna fuck me everyday

Girl I promise that the sex great

You gon' need a fuck break

Ugh (Ha Ha)

Ugh (Yeah)

Ugh (Flow)

(Verse 2):

It was me and lil 12 smoking buku L's

Run up, shotgun hold buku shells

(SShh-SShh Boom)

Fuck around kill everybody

Flame Gang, Mob Gang, Luke Illuminati

Catch you on your bike, shoot you off your Kawasaki

The Flamez here, watch the bad bitches start a riot

Teach you how grow weed like I studied botany

Kush botaness, call it pot-head science

Fresh bud, yeah nigga stay levitated

I told the doctor I ain't high, just medicated

I roll it up, light it up, and I hit that

And keep a cup full of yellow like a piss test

Shoot him with the pump now he sleeping with a shit-bag

Wouldna' did it to him if he'd shown me where the chip stash

From the dirty south, keep it dirty like a dish-rag

And I roll them fat, yours skinny like a stick-man

P-funk shit man I'm true to my flag

Your girl eat dick, yea she chew it and gag

And I go in once the dubi is passed

Rest in peace Aaliya with a beautiful ass

Blow a big ball of refer, and I blew it with Hash

I keep beating the beat up, I'm just showing my ass

No homo mutha-fucka don't confuse me with fags

Cuz' I chop your ass up and they'll find you in bags

Buggi telling me to stop but I'mma keep going

Why you think they call me Flow? Cuz' I keep flowing

The weed keep growing, smoking on that hail mary

Brakes in my blunt, but my bandana cranberry

Marching with my bloods, so you better get yo' band ready

Chopper hurt my arm, but I gotta keep my hand steady

Pockets on swole, big money keep my pants swelling

Get up off my dick cuz' you making all my fans jealous

(Oh yeah. Ha Ha. Flow Flow Flow.)

(Still smo- still still still smoking)

(Ha Ha Ha yeah nigga. Still smoking bitch)

(Supa dupa high. Whatchu know 'bout it?)

(Yeah, Flow. The Esho Huero ya' dig?)

(Flame Gang Music, too many names)