We Took This Trip To Garden Grove
It Smelt Like Lou Dog In The Van
This Ain't No Funky Reggae Party $5 At The Door
Get So Real Sometimes Who Wrote My Rhymes
I Got The Microwave Got The Vcr I Got The Duece Duece
In The Trunk Of My Car
If You Only Knew That All The Love That I Found
It's Hard To Keep My Soul On The Ground
You're A Fool Don't You Fuck Around With My Dog
All I Can See I Steal As I Fill Up My Garage
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 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 Tweeker Pad
Getting Yelled At By My Dad
Saying I'm Happy When I'm Not
Finding Roaches In The Pot
All These Things I Do
They're Waiting Para Tu.