We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou dog in the van- o yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes
I got the microwave got the vcr I got the duece duece
In the trunk of my car
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool don't *** around with my dog
All that I see I steal I filled 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 is 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
Getting dog *** on my hand
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
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin 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