We took a 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
And 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
Gettin' hassled by the man
Sittin' through a shitty band, hmm
All these things I do, they're waiting for you
[Incomprehensible]

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Red Brick Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, ERIC JOHN WILSON, FLOYD I. GAUGH IV