Garden Grove

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 f*ck 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]