Lyrics Ghetto Memories - 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
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)
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