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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)

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)

Pediculis pubis
bio je novembar
i place nebo i kisni bog
kad sam je ugledo
ko misa pokislog
u mraku
odvojim joj zvaku
kazem joj mala
dobit ces upalu pluca
hajmo do mene
iza ugla mi je kuca
ja...

Let them in Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how...

Using the Guardian as a shield,
to cover my thighs against the rain,
I do not mind about my hair.

Your jacket may be waterproof,
but I know the moment you get home
you re gonna get your trousers changed.

Failure
is always the best way to learn,
retracing your...

Sorry that we took so long
You probably thought we forgot your song
It makes us smile
Just so you know
To see your eyes at our shows

I wrote this song
While I was drunk
I hope you dont mind

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