Afroman - Ghetto Memories Lyrics
[Afroman talking]Gotta do one song for the hoodThis going out to all my homeboysYa know what I' sayingAll my balling homeboysYa know what I' sayingUp in the hills (ghetto memories)Riding Ferraris, Rolls RoycesYou know, doing goodIt's lonely at the topAnd if you get to thinking, hehYou get those (ghetto memories)[Afroman singing]Memories, of the ghettoGetting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)Memories, of the ghettoGetting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)[Afroman rapping]I hop out my car and stroll brothaAfroman, young soul brothaLate night crack house deep off in the hoodWe kick it outside cause the weather feel goodStereo bumping in the living roomClassic soul music with the peaceful boom (boom)Colt 45 got your boy on buzzBut I ain't going home, I' post in cuz (post in cuz)Take another swig, take another hitTalk to my man about some real deep shitCluck heads walking up and down the block (ba-kaa!)Pulling to the side and selling the rockThe block get slow about a quarter to fourSpotlight po-po gets searched once moreThey searched me from the east, west, north and southI relaxed cause I got the cocaine in my mouthThey take the handcuffs off and we get releasedHop in the Cadillac and tell my homeboys 'peace'Nineteen ninety-two Fleetwood GroveDaytons gold in chrome on my way back home (memories)[Afroman singing]Memories, of the ghettoGetting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)Memories, of the ghettoGetting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)[Afroman rapping]My system be good off in my FleetwoodBeating in my Caddy like cops in CincinnatiAt the red light, I stop and stallLook at the liquor store and see my name on the wallHookers on the corner tryna make a saleBrothas in handcuffs going to jailThe light turn green and I starts to bailDosing off cause I' drunk, high, sleepy as hellAnd as I ride, I just can't hideMy sense of pride, for where I resideI' proud of the ghetto, proud to survive the ghettoYou know, stay alive in the ghettoDrink Colt 45 in the ghettoStruggle and strive to get out the ghettoI' out the ghettoBut the ghetto is inside meGhetto memories[Afroman singing]Memories (baby), of the ghettoGetting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)Memories, of the ghettoGetting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)Memories, of the ghettoGetting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)Memories, of the ghettoGetting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)
