We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelt like Lou-dog inside the van oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party 5 dollars at the door
It gets so real sometime who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave got the VCR
I got the deuce deuce in teh [bad word] 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 [bad word] around with my dog
All that I can see I steal I fill up my garage
Cuz 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 [bad word] stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a [bad word] band
Getting dog [bad word] on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up 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
Oh all these things I do they're waiting for you