We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party
Five dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave
Got the vcr
I got the duece duece 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
Your a fool
Don't fuck 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
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 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
Ooh, all these things I do
They're waiting for you
Ma-ma-ma-ma-Martinez... (repeats...)
