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through these streets I keep it close
I feel the pain love overdose
Streets hot we know
We keep shit low
Keep like 4 hoes
4 all my bros
She peeped 4 show
We

Ridin' on the backseat with the windows down
Rollin' to get high but I still feel so down
Everybody act so kind
Everybody act so kind
Unless you get

Hellalujah

Insane Clown Posse

The Great Milenko

1997

your baby girl and shook her
You still buy everything I sell
And I'm living well
See you in Hell!

"Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five

that cake up nigga
Fuck that bitch, but I won't wake up wit her
She swallow my kids, she not my babysitter
Feel like Shaquille O'Neal in the paint, I

Feeling used
But I'm still missing you
And I can't see the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss
Against my lips
And now all this time
Is passing by

She told me to pull up right around 9
95 all the way to her place
No smile on my face
Am I living life
Even while I'm dead inside
I still feel alive

PT
Business attire like a motherfucking white guy
Shorty is my type
Make her go night night
Bagging the bitches from the rags to riches, I'm not

they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be

or they die
Gotta watch the time 'cause it's flyin' right by
Too turn, baby, yeah you know me
I'm outside in an
AMG, four-door
Elevator to the fourth floor

I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo

Pick up

Pick up 4

My mom to concerned by the way that I live,
Don't like how she feels
Pick up a cup and I pour me a four, stopped poppin these

bust the party
Ratchets start to ra ra
We just getting started
Dancing on the squad car
Wild ass Brooklyn bitch I'll never wife her she a baba
Four am

was like I followed by her slip stream

Slip dress off then I'm tasting till her slit cream
Jet black locs what I'm grabbing on

She feeling 4 the best

green, uh
I hope you heard me
Like Kai, my pockets sturdy
4 years, ain't wife no birdie
Get your girl, she too flirty
Too many flows, but I still get nerdy

outside so I can feel the breeze (naw forreal)
She praying for a nigga anywhere she don't need her knee ee ees (no she don't)
Smile for the camera know we

ever feel alive born in the slums so you know I gotta buy it Jew in ma blood but I ain't on a diet told her ima leave her now she went n started crying

she made
I still feel her touch along my skin
Every night I lay in wake, wondering when she'll let me in
I still see her eyes when I close mine
If I had

Forever

Kottonmouth Kings

Koast II Koast Instrumentals

2007

the way you look, the way you feel, your touch
It's so real, we gettin' stronger as the days pass by
I can still remember when you cried for the first

bullet in my head 
What is it this time? 
Rip out my spine 
Breathing to die 
Yet I still stand 
Defy all commands 
Assigned by your god 
Four years

Or stunt her ass off when it's time for the limelight
If I slide her top back, niggas will start to freeze
And she's flexible and we'll get on all fours with

and kissing I'm just the side guy
She wanted too much power  ending like lala
Yeah just slide slide by
I'm with four of my niggas if she wanted five guys
Niggas

it's like
One two three four bands
Cashing out
I'm a motherfucking hound
And I got my dogs around me
Got my niggas around me
I'm still anxious feel

me that she from Nantucket
I thought bitch
Do I look like type of person that know where the fuck Nantucket is
I still took her back to NC still

another bottle try escaping this feeling
Yeah
I close my eyes but I can see her leaving
Hear my voice crack
Feel my hands shake
The withdraw kicks in and I