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We took this trip to Garden Grove. It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah

This ain't no funk---y reggae party, five dollars at the door.

It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme. I've got the microwave, got the V.C.R

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 fuck around with my dog