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We took this trip to Garden Grove.  It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van,    oh yeah
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This ain't no funk---y reggae party, five dollars at the door.
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It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme.  I've got the microwave, got the V.C.R
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I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
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If you only knew all the love that I found

It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
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You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog