[here they come now, you see that?
yep both of the crews
they look they gonna fight]
We took this trip to garden grove.
It smelt like lou-dog inside the van.
oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party,
$5 at the door.
It gets so real sometimes,
who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave, got the vcr.
I got the duece duece in the trunk of my car.
oh yea, 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 f*** 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 s*** stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a s***** band
Getting dog s*** 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
Pickin up my dog up at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Gettin 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
yep both of the crews
they look they gonna fight]
We took this trip to garden grove.
It smelt like lou-dog inside the van.
oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party,
$5 at the door.
It gets so real sometimes,
who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave, got the vcr.
I got the duece duece in the trunk of my car.
oh yea, 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 f*** 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 s*** stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a s***** band
Getting dog s*** 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
Pickin up my dog up at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Gettin 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