[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)