[here they come now, you see that?yep both of the crewsthey look
they gonna fight]We took this trip to garden groveIt smelt like


Lou in the van, oh yahThis ain't no
funky reggae party $5 at the doorIt gets so real sometimes, who
wrote my rhymeI got the

microwave got the VCRI got the
duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yahIf you only knew that
all the love that I foundIt's hard to

keep my soul on the ground.Your a
fool, don't $#&@ around with my GodAll I can see I stealMy folks
don't understandBut my mind

music from JamaicaAll the love that I
found, pull over there's a reason why my soul is unsoundIt's you
it's that %#@! stuck under my

shoeIt's that smell inside the vanIt's
my bed sheet covered with sandSitting through a %#@!ty
bandGetting dog %#@! on my handsGetting

hassled by the manWaking up to an
alarmSticking needles in your armPicking up trash on the
freewayFeeling depressed every

dayLeaving without making a
soundPickin up my dog at the poundLivin in a tweeker padGetting
yelled at by my dadActing happy

when I'm notFinding roaches in the
potAll these things I do,They're waiting for you.