We took this trip to garden grove

smelt like lou dog inside the van (oh yea)

This aint no funky ragae party

5 dollars at the door

it gets so real some times

who wrote my ryhme



I got the Microwave got the vcr

i gots the deuce-duece in the trunk of my car( oh yea)

if you only knew all the love that ive found

its hard to kepp my soul off the ground

your a fool

dont fuck around with my dog

all that i can see i steal

i fill up my garage

music from jamica all the love that ive found

the lovin thats the reason why my souls unfound



Its you!

its that shit stuck under my shoe

its that smell inside the van

its my bed sheet covered with sand

sittin through a shity (not sure)

gettin dog shit on my hand

gettin haseled by the man

makeing up u when im wrong

sticking



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