Текст (слова) песни: Afroman - Ghetto Memories

[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 ЎҐpeace`
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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Afroman - Ghetto Memories [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 ЎҐpeace` 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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ghetto Memories: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/4788.html Все тексты песен: Afroman » Afroman - Missisippi » Afroman - God Has Smiled on Me » Afroman - Ghetto Memories » Afroman - Because I Get High » Afroman - because I got High » Afroman - Freak on with You » Afroman - Dopefiend » Afroman - There`s a Price 2 Pay » Afroman - Tumbleweed » Afroman - She Won`t Let Me Fuck » Afroman - Let`s All Get Drunk Tonight » Afroman - Girls » Afroman - Let`s All Get Drunk Tonight » Afroman - Missisippi » Afroman - Let`s All Get Drunk » Afroman - Girls » Afroman - The Good Times » Afroman - Palmdale » Afroman - colt 45 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Afroman - i got high \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Словно » Геннадий Васильев - Наброски автобиографии » Григорий Дикштейн - Разбито иллюзий корыто... » Ген Шангин-Березовский - Если любить так » Гайк Мкртчян - Как-то в стране Шестиструнии... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Детский мир » Геннадий Жаров - Снизу недра » Григорий Бронштейн - Гольфстрим » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Харакири » Гости из Будущего - Мой беби » Гарин Юрий - Население Москвы » Григорий Дикштейн - Седые угли у пруда... » Георгий Дубенецкий - Оптимистические размышления на тему куда и когда лучше поехать зимой, и чем все это кончилось » Геннадий Шпаликов, Вячеслав Иванов - Ах, утону я в Западной Двине... » Герман Корнилов - (У) Родина » Гайк Мкртчян - Палатка, ночь, гитара. У спящего костра... » Геннадий Васильев - Песенка китайца Газолина » Г.Сукачев - За окошком месяц май » Группа риска - Ля шансон » Григорий Дикштейн - Ретро
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