Everyone considered him the coward of the county He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called
Everyone considered him the coward of the county. He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong. His mama named him Tommy, the folks just
Translation: Rogers, Kenny. Coward Of The County.
: Everyone considered him the coward of the county. He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong. His mama named him Tommy, the folks just
I gotta bust atleast two or three before I'm gone But there's always one in da crowd, rappin' loud I'm in the nigga's mouth after all them bitches and cowards
Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards
born one day in the County Clay And he came from a solitary race Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward
like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered From Broward county
hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad Boys, why y'all niggaz cracked out Coward
big H gang run shit in the sector old western old english and blocks ese decorate the hood ( 27st ) at the hangout spots sling rocks boy like im slinging ink ese fuck high cowards
this pound down fo' It's for me to put it down by war Shit is like downhill, I'ma make a nigga Smell the corpse from King's County Morgue to Brownsville
is a little piece of nothing And now you wanna jack all of a sudden Rather have me face down on the floor Instead of that devil you work for Motherfuckin' coward
day In the County Clay and he came from a solitary race Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now, they were brave Well, that dirty little coward
down, represent your town Last night was poppin' like like cocked glocks with hollow tip rounds From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin' If I wake up in the county
