[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 in the van, oh yah
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
I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It’s hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool, don’t fuck around with my God
All I can see I steal
My folks don’t understand
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
It’s my bed sheet covered with sand