Misunderstood

My mama don't understand me my daddy never really cared Fuck the rest I failed their test I guess life just ain't fair. Preacher man done told me your ways you better change. Well forgive me man, I've got a mic in my hand and its my time to rock the stage. One in a million and a million to one, a stoner reeking havoc I don't carry a gun. Only a microphone so I can rock the stage, don't gotta beeper but I got some page, of some dope ass lyrics from my imagination, smoked out the officer of my probation. What's the caption, the cause of this generation I'll flip this fat verse with no hesitation. My bro mad dog the south bay psycho got the bomb sugar bud that will never last a cycle. The days don't get no sweeter my boy B-Dub ain't a mother fuckin' tweeker. He's the ganja man that's the way it goes, two turn tables always rockin' shows. Hey Bobby B. how does your bud grow? Shh, that's on the down low. My mama don't understand me my daddy never really cared Fuck the rest I failed their test I guess life just ain't fair. Preacher man done told me your ways you better change. Well forgive me man, I've got a mic in my hand and its my time to rock the stage. Kottonmouth committee 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, cause that's the roots, we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth. Yo all Saint kid is a freedom of speech, a freedom to blaze, a freedom to breech. New plateaus are a higher way, two joints in the morning then I'm a-okay. I smoke two joints in the morning. My mama don't understand me my daddy never really cared Fuck the rest I failed their test I guess life just ain't fair. Preacher man done told me your ways you better change. Well forgive me man, I've got a mic in my hand and its my time to rock the stage. I'm D-Loc I puffs all the smoke never have herb cuz I'm always broke. Never had a job, probably never will. That's right Saint Dog we the kings of the hill. I'm Saint Dog never find me trippin, never gun grippin', always forty sippin. Anarchy is a life for me give me booze, blunts, broads, and I'll tap all three. I've got a German glow, an ivory flow, your red in the face cuz I fucked your ho. So what now bro? You know we got to go to a show. We got more game than L.A.'s got blow. Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a monkey my boy Saint Dog is a hip hop junkie DJ Bobby B. got the tracks that are punkie If you really must know I grow my green bud skunkie. My mama don't understand me my daddy never really cared Fuck the rest I failed their test I guess life just ain't fair. Preacher man done told me your ways you better change. Well forgive me man, I've got a mic in my hand and its my time to rock the stage.