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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) Letras de cancionesColt 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) From Letras Mania