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    Ghetto Memories

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    [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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