Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Misunderstood, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Royal Highness, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
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 |