Misunderstood Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

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 be -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 be , 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 want to be heard 'cause 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 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 be 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