Stay on the other side of the road 'cause you can never tell We've a thirst like a gang of devils, we're the boys of the county hell And it's lend me
Translation: The Pogues. Boys From The County Hell.
seen Stay on the other side of the road 'Cause you can never tell We've a thirst like a gang of devils We're the boys of the county hell
ever seen Stay on the other side of the road 'Cause you can never tell We've a thirst like a gang of devils We're the boys of the county hell
seen Stay on the other side of the road 'Cause you can never tell We've a thirst like a gang of devils We're the boys of the county hell And
' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell
the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a
a day, diggin' your grave Way down in the mine So take a flask from your crib can can and a pull of moonshine And say a prayer for them boys down in
slammed the door Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dog Fucked around one night went out in New York When I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys
'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To
be in a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold Need results from my
peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel We'll be waitin', See you in hell Wall Street, Royce Da Five-Nine, Slim Shady See you in hell for the sequel
in the trap Country as hell, they some warriors Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida Lookin' for me boy, ya find me, out of Dougherty County
fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from
Merlin unfold Surface enclosure, life worthless, no goals Perfect controls like Ayatola's turbans and robes From the counties of kings Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies 50 armies probably bring hell
dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, and fed, check it out If weren't for bad luck, hell