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've 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
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