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
