Ghetto Memories Lyrics - Afroman

[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 'cause (post in 'cause) 

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)