Lyrics
when i was young we wanted to get out the ghetto, but after we moved out of the ghetto, it was hard to get things we needed, i took a picture in the hood, standing by the door, white t shirt and black khakis, sagging kind of low, i see the corner that i worked, with my homies in the back, lapd searching us, looking for some crack, i don't need to be the king of the world, all i need is some activator, for my jehri curl, compton isn't too far away, neither is south central la, no matter what the cops try and say, we move from south central, to the desert of the real high, palmdale-lancaster, blue suburban sky, when i come home late at night, the sheriff harasses me, he puts me in the choke hold, so bad i can barely breath, i'm the hungry hustler afroman, i'm going parking lot platinum in my astrovan, compton isn't too far away, neither is south central la, no matter what the cops try and say, i'm selling yay, i see police lights, on palmdale boulevard, back-up units pulling up, i'm thinking oh my god, i got nowhere else to go, my hands are in the air, i don't know what to do, but you can't have my weed and my brew
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Artist: afroman