we took this trip to garden grove it smelt like lou-dog inside the van this aint no funky reggae party $5 at the door it gets so real some times who wrote my rhymes i got the microwave got the vcr i got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car if you only knew all the love that i found its 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 as i fill up my garage but in my mind music from jamaica all the love that i found pull over theres a reason why my soul's unsound its you its that shit stuck under my shoe its that smell indide the van its my bedsheet covered with sand sittin through a shitty band gettin hassled by the man wakin up to an alarm stickin needles in your arm picking up trash on the freeway feeling depressed every day leaving without making a sound pickin' my dog up at the pound livin in a tweeker pad gettin yelled at by my dad sayin i'm happy when i'm not finding roaches in the pot all these things i do they're waiting para tu
early in the mornin' risin' to the street light me up that cigarette and i strap shoes on my feet got to find a reason a reason things went wrong got to find a reason why the money's all gone but i got a dalmation and i can still get high i can play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot life is too short so love love the one you got cause you might get run over or you might get shot never start no static i just get it off my chest never had to battle with no bullet proof vest take a small example a tip from me take all of your money give it up to charity loves what i got its within my reach and the sublime styles still straight from long beach it all comes back to you you're gonna get what you deserve try and test that you're bound to get served loves what i got don't start a riot you feel it when the dance gets hot hot hot why i don't cry when my dog runs away i don't get angy at the bills i have to pay i don't get angry when my mom smokes pot hits the bottle and goes back to the rock fuckin fightin its all the same livin with louie dog's the only way to stay sane let the lovin let the lovin come back to me
annie's 12 years old in two more she'll be whore nobody ever told her it's the wrong way don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid for your family get paid it's the wrong way i gave her all that i had to give i'm gonna make it hard to live big salty tears runnin' down to her chin and it ruins up her make-up i never wanted a cigarette pressed between her lips but i'm starin' at her tits it's the wrong way strong if i can but i am only a man so i take her to the can its the wrong way the only family that she's ever had was her 7 horny brothers and her drunk ass dad he needed mony so he put her on the strret everything was going fine until the day she met me happy are you sad wanna shoot your dad i'll do anything i can its the wrong way we talked all night and tried to make it right believe me shit was tight its the wrong way don't runnaway if you wanna stay cause i aint here to make you its up to you what you really wnna do spend some time in america dub style so we ran away and i'm sorry when i say that straight to this very day it was the wrong way she took a hike it don't matter if i like it or not be cause she only wants the wrong way i gave her all that i had she still wouldn't take it oh no, her two brown eyes are leakin' like a siv and it still ruins her make-up i never wanted
down in mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky they give it up and they give it up but they never ask why daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone he rolled away one day and he never came home it aint hard to understand this aint hitler's master plan what it takes to be a man in my mind and in my brain i roll it over like a steamin' freight train it aint hard to ascertain you only see what you want to beleive when you light up in the back with those tricks up you sleeve that don't mean i can't hang but the day that i die will be the day that i shut my mouth and put down my guitar sunday mornin' hold church down at the bar get down on your knees and start to pray ooh pray my itchy rash would go away back up y'all it aint me kentucky fried chicken is all i see its a hellified way to start your day if i make you cry all night me and daddy gonna have a fist fight it aint personal it aint me i only hear what you told me to be i'm a backwards-ass hillbilly i'm dick buttkiss you know i lie i get mean i'm a theif in the dark i'm a ragin machine i'm a triple rectafied ass son of a bitch rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch i can see for miles and miles and miles my broken heart makes me smile in my mind and in my brain i go back and go completley insane it aint personal it aint me if i make you cry i might be your daddy at the end of the night take a load from my big gun you only see what you want to believe when you creep from the back you got tricks up my sleeve 24/7 the devil's best friend makes no difference it's all the same in the end
april 29th 1992 there was a riot on the streets tell me where were you while you were sittin' home watchin' your t.v. i was participating in some anarchy first spot we hit it was my liquor store i finally got all that alcohol i can't afford with red lights flashin' time to retire then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire next stop we hit it was the music shop it only took one brick to make that window drop finally we got are own p.a. where do you think i got this guitar that your hearin' today when we returned to the pad to unload everything it dawned on me that i need new home furnishings so once again we filled the van until it was full since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable cause everybody in the hoods had it up to here its gettin' harder and harder each and every year some kids went in a store with their mother i saw when she came out she was gettin' some pampers they said it was for the black man they said it was for the mexican and not for the white man but if you look at the streets it wasn't about rodney king its about this fucked up situation and these fucked up police its about comin' up and stayin' on top and screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin cop its not written on the papers but its written on the wall national guard smoke from all around
i don't practice santeria i aint got no crystal ball well i had a million dollars but i'd.... i'd spend it all if i could find that hina and that sancho that she's found well i'd pop a cap in sancho and i'd slap her down and i what i really wanna know ah baby ooh what i really wanna say i can't define well its love that i need whoa my soul will have to wait till i get back and find a hina of my own daddy's gonna love one and all i feel the break feel the break feel the break and i gotta live it up ooh yah ha well i swear that i what i really wanna know ahh baby what i really wanna say i cant define but love make it go well my soul will have to.... ooh what i really wanna say ahh baby what i really wanna say is i've got mine and i'll make it well yes i'm coming up tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide daddy's got a new .45 and i wont think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat believe me when i say that i got something for his punk ass what i really wanna know ahh baby what i really wanna say is theres just one way back and i'll make it yah my soul will have to wait
janie always said i was a mess, sorry 'bout that mess i made her bleed i'm planting my seed, still i knew she could take it if i opened up the rythm i knew it could make it i hope her parents love her so fellin all the acid on the brain still i got that frame i made her bleedyeah she wants that lovin you see well if you live you wanna give or get old and if you never knew that we get old you live it up you get old beleive me when i say its the same shit every day but i got to know my place and if you don't it smacks you in your face i know i know her parents love her so billyed back in 1983 what did you do foe me i made her bleed i'm planting my seed i knew we could make it i only knew that the bitch would break it i hope her parents love her so my god look at me if he had to go i know i'm barely lovin' my holy creed you never knew that was what you need oh my god honestly beleive it or not its a disease.