We took this trip to Garden Grove
it smelt like Lou dog inside the van, oh yeah
this ain't no funky reggae party five dollars at the

door
it gets so real sometime
who wrote my rhyme?

I've got the microwave, got the vcr. I got the
deuce-duece
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
your a fool, don't $#&@ around with my god

all that I can see I steal. I fill up my garage,
'cause in my mind, music from Jamaca all the love that I
found

pull over there's a reason why my souls unsound
it's you, it's that %#@! stuck under my shoe
it's that smell inside the van

it's my bed sheet covered with sand
sitting through a %#@!ty band
gettin' dog %#@! on my hand

gettin' hassled by the man
wakin' up to an alarm
stickin' needles in your arm

pickin' up trash on the freeway
feelin' depressed every day
leavin' with out makin' a sound

pickin' my dog up at the pound
livin' in a tweaker pad
gettin' yelled at by my dad

sayin' I'm happy when I'm not
findin' roaches in the pot
oh oh oh all these things I do

there waiting for you