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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)

Refrain:

It s mostly tha voice, that gets you up
It s mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain t dope then you need to [chill... chill... ]

Seid ihr bereit

Seid ihr bereit,seid ihr bereit
du machst hier deine show
ich frag mich,was ist hier los
oh zieh die maske doch ab
warum zeigst du dich nur so
denkst du,du kommst damit weit
okay ich weiß jetzt bescheid
hör dich selber mal an
dein zug ist abgefahren

wo ist...

Nie mehr ohne dich

Endlich hab ich dich gefunden
du hast alles was ich brauch´
du gubst mir die luft zum atmen
in einer welt voll rauch

oh wie faß´ich es in worte
alles dreht sich nur um dich
deine augen sind wie sterne
du schenkst mir dein licht

du bist es...

Negin e man

(Vers 1)
Baby, chera man to cheshmae to mibinam
Are, man toro rheili dustaram
Chera, Dustaeman laj mishan
Negin, chera to i..

(Refr)
Negin, dustaram toro
Dastat, are mibinam
Cheshmat, are Rhashangan

Negin, dustaram toro
Dastat, are mibinam
Cheshmat, are Rhashangan

Floorkiller

Someone pretends to hold it back
even they don t know that they gave their best
when they gave up other beliefs
when they re on the top even though they got
more then much to give
bit by snakes
but I won t give it up

Come down
confront...