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Die Young Ghost Towns

Among the ruins of this city and the thousand more alike Livelihoods have been devoured The streets seem to have been deserted Only shadows dare stalk

your pants You can Do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass Blast from the past, the ghost

Forty diamonds stay pretty Body rocking your trunk You boys better get ghost, cause I'ma get crunk [Chourus] SwishaHouse bitch, now get crunk or get ghost

N.G's ain't no stoppin' the VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA BE-BOP WATTS, CITY STONES and the SKYLINES Don't say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time [YOUNG

down around quitting time. And we drink in gulps, through sobs and old gridlock; trekking for wiles the longest damn street in the world. And although we're young

Right On Alot of things changed since the young don's been gone Who else you gon rol wit The future is me Only young'n that's movin units Is um... me Young

doesn't take much time for plans to go wrong and chase another ghost of a chance in the shadows of chain-store ghost towns where no one walks the streets

With double-barreled action, son I?ll shoot at you southpaw Young guns with toast out, always the most foul Riding through your streets, turn your hood to a ghost town

't mean we third place [x3] This is how we ride, reside on Southside [C-Note:] Third Coast Born, but that don't mean we third place H-Town Southside,