We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou dog in the van
This ain’t no reggae party $5 at the door
Get 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 you fuck around with my dog
All I can see I steal as I fill up my garage
But 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 shit stuck under my shoe
It’s that smell inside the van
