(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
  Sitting through a shitty band
  Getting dog shit on my hands
  Getting hassled by the man
  Waking up to an alarm
  Sticking needles in your arm
  Picking up trash on the freeway
  Feeling depressed every day
  Leaving without making a sound
  Pickin up my dog at the pound
  Livin in a tweaker pad
  Getting yelled at by my dad
  Acting happy when I'm not
  Finding roaches in the pot
      All these things I do, They're waiting for you.