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 microphones so I can rock the stage Don't got a beeper But I got some pages of 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 bong and bud (?) everlasting cycle, the dates (?) don't get no sweeter My boy B-Dub ain't a mother fucka tweaka He's a ganja man, that's the way it goes 2 turntables always rockin' 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 'cuz 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, okay 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 puff all the smoke Never have herbs cuz I'm always broke Never had a job, probably never will That's right Saint Dog, we 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