Ghetto Memories

[Afroman talking]

Gotta do one song for the hood

This going out to all my homeboys

Ya know what I' saying

All my balling homeboys

Ya know what I' saying

Up in the hills (ghetto memories)

Riding Ferraris, Rolls Royces

You know, doing good

It's lonely at the top

And if you get to thinking, heh

You get those (ghetto memories)

[Afroman singing]

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

[Afroman rapping]

I hop out my car and stroll brotha

Afroman, young soul brotha

Late night crack house deep off in the hood

We kick it outside cause the weather feel good

Stereo bumping in the living room

Classic soul music with the peaceful boom (boom)

Colt 45 got your boy on buzz

But I ain't going home, I' post in cuz (post in cuz)

Take another swig, take another hit

Talk to my man about some real deep shit

Cluck heads walking up and down the block (ba-kaa!)

Pulling to the side and selling the rock

The block get slow about a quarter to four

Spotlight po-po gets searched once more

They searched me from the east, west, north and south

I relaxed cause I got the cocaine in my mouth

They take the handcuffs off and we get released

Hop in the Cadillac and tell my homeboys 'peace'

Nineteen ninety-two Fleetwood Grove

Daytons gold in chrome on my way back home (memories)

[Afroman singing]

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

[Afroman rapping]

My system be good off in my Fleetwood

Beating in my Caddy like cops in Cincinnati

At the red light, I stop and stall

Look at the liquor store and see my name on the wall

Hookers on the corner tryna make a sale

Brothas in handcuffs going to jail

The light turn green and I starts to bail

Dosing off cause I' drunk, high, sleepy as hell

And as I ride, I just can't hide

My sense of pride, for where I reside

I' proud of the ghetto, proud to survive the ghetto

You know, stay alive in the ghetto

Drink Colt 45 in the ghetto

Struggle and strive to get out the ghetto

I' out the ghetto

But the ghetto is inside me

Ghetto memories

[Afroman singing]

Memories (baby), of the ghetto

Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)

Memories, of the ghetto

Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)