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 fuck 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 shit stuck under my shoe    It's that smell inside the van   It's my bed sheet covered with sand   Sitting through a shitty band   Getting dog shit on my hands   Getting hassled 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