Misunderstood

I said my momma don't understand me

Daddy never really cared

Fuck the rest

I've failed their test

I guess life just ain't fair

A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change

But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand

And it's my time to rock the stage

Misunderstood

One in a million, a million in one

A stoner reeking havoc, but I don't carry a gun

Only a microphone so I can rock the stage

Don't got a beeper But I gots to some page up some dope ass

lyrics

From my imagination

Smoked out the officer on my probation

Bustin' caps in the balls of this generation

I flip this phat verse with no hesitation

My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bomb sugar bud

Goin' everlasting cycle, the dank of the dankest don't get no

sweeter

My boy B-Dub ain't a motherfuckin' tweaker

He's a ganja man, that's the way it goes

2 turntables always rock at shows

Hey Bobby B, how does your bud grow?

Shhh....That's on the down low

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared

Fuck the rest, I've failed their test

I guess life just ain't fair

A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change

But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand

And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho rebels

Bitch turn up the treble

We wanna be heard because we speak the truth

Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth

And that's the truth, cuz that's the roots

We miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth

Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the freedom of speech

A freedom to blaze, a freedom to reach

New plateaus are a high away

2 joints in the morning then I'm A-OK

I smoke two joints in the morning

Get the vodka then I mix the OJ, ok

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared

Fuck the rest, I've failed their test

I guess life just ain't fair

A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change

But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand

And it's my time to rock the stage

Misunderstood

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the smoke

Never have herbs cuz I'm always broke

Never had a job, probably never will

That's right Saint Dog, we da kings of the hill

I'm Saint Dog never find me trippin'

Never gun grippin', always 40 sippin'

Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads

And I'll tap all three

I got a German glow with an irie flow

You're red in the face cuz I bucked your hoe

So what now bro? You know we told ya so

We got more game that L.A.'s got blow

Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a monkey

My boy Saint Dog is a hip-hop drunkie

DJ Bobby B gots the tracks that are funky

If you really must know I grow my green bud skunky

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared

Fuck the rest, I've failed their test

I guess life just ain't fair

A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change

But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand

And it's my time to rock the stage

Misunderstood