Garbage Grove (Explicit)

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 dog inside the van

Oh yea This ain't no funky reggae party

5 at the door

It gets so real sometimes

Who wrote my rhyme

I've got the microwave got the VCR

I got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car

Oh yea If you only knew all the love that I found

It's hard to keep my soul on the ground

Your a fool don't f**k 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 s**t stuck under my shoe

It's that smell inside the van

It's my bed sheet covered with sand

Sitting through a s**tty band

Getting dog s**t 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 up at the pound

Livin' in a tweeker pad

Gettin' yelled at by my Dad

Saying I'm happy when I'm not

Finding roaches in the pot

Oh all these things I do

They're waiting for you