[Afroman Gotta do one song for the This going out to all my Ya what I' saying All my balling Ya know what I' 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 Getting drunk, getting high, getting (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting paid, laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)
rapping] I hop out my car and stroll Afroman, young soul Late night crack deep off in the hood We kick it outside cause the weather good bumping in the living room Classic soul music the peaceful boom (boom) 45 got your boy on buzz But I going home, I' post in 'cause (post in 'cause) Take another swig, another hit Talk to my man about some deep shit Cluck heads walking up and down the (ba-kaa!) Pulling to the and selling the rock The block get slow about a to four po-po gets searched once more They searched me from the east, west, and south I relaxed I got the cocaine in my mouth take the handcuffs off and we get released Hop in the Cadillac and tell my homeboys ninety-two Fleetwood Grove Daytons gold in chrome on my way home (memories)
[Afroman Memories, of the Getting drunk, getting high, faded (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting paid, getting laid and (ghetto memories)
rapping] My system be off in my Fleetwood Beating in my Caddy like cops in At the red light, I stop and Look at the liquor store and see my on the wall Hookers on the corner tryna a sale Brothas in handcuffs going to The light turn and I starts to bail Dosing off cause I' drunk, high, as hell And as I ride, I just can't My sense of pride, for where I I' proud of the ghetto, proud to the ghetto You know, alive in the ghetto Drink 45 in the ghetto Struggle and to get out the ghetto I' out the But the is inside me memories
[Afroman (baby), of the ghetto Getting drunk, high, getting faded (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting paid, getting laid and (ghetto memories) Memories, of the Getting drunk, getting high, getting (ghetto memories) Memories, of the paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)