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)