[Afroman Gotta do one song for the This out to all my homeboys Ya know I' saying All my homeboys Ya know I' saying Up in the (ghetto memories) Riding Ferraris, Royces You know, good lonely at the top And if you get to thinking, heh You get (ghetto memories)
singing] Memories, of the drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories) Memories, of the paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)
[Afroman I hop out my car and stroll Afroman, young soul Late night crack house off in the hood We kick it outside cause the feel good Stereo bumping in the living soul music with the peaceful boom (boom) Colt 45 got your boy on But I ain't going home, I' post in (post in 'cause) another swig, take another hit Talk to my man some real deep shit Cluck walking up and down the block (ba-kaa!) Pulling to the side and the rock The block get slow a quarter to four Spotlight po-po gets searched once They searched me from the east, west, north and I relaxed cause I got the in my mouth They the handcuffs off and we get released Hop in the and tell my homeboys 'peace' Nineteen ninety-two Grove gold in chrome on my way back home (memories)
[Afroman Memories, of the Getting drunk, getting high, getting (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting paid, getting laid and (ghetto memories)
rapping] My system be good off in my Beating in my like cops in Cincinnati At the red light, I and stall at the liquor store and see my name on the wall Hookers on the corner make a sale in handcuffs going to jail The light turn green and I starts to Dosing off I' drunk, high, sleepy as hell And as I ride, I just hide My sense of pride, for where I I' proud of the ghetto, proud to survive the You know, alive in the ghetto Colt 45 in the ghetto Struggle and strive to get out the I' out the But the ghetto is me Ghetto
singing] Memories (baby), of the Getting drunk, getting high, faded (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting paid, laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting drunk, getting high, faded (ghetto memories) Memories, of the paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)