We took this trip to garden grove
It smelled like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave, got the vcr
I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that i found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't f** around with my dog
All that i can see i steal, i fill up my garage
Cause in my mind
Music from jamaica, all the love that i found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound
It's you
It's that sh** stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a sh**ty band
Getting dog sh** on my hands
Getting ha**led by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog at the pound
Living in a tweeker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying i'm happy when i'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things i do
They're waiting for you.