Fuck the rest, Ive failed their test,
I guess life just aint 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 its my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.
One in a million, a million in one
A stoner reeking havoc, but I dont carry a gun
Only a microphones so I can rock the stage,
Dont 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 (? ) dont get no sweeter,
My boy b-dub aint a mother fucka tweaka,
Hes a ganja man, thats the way it goes,
2 turntables always rockin shows,
Hey bobby b, how does your bud grow?
Shhh....thats on the down low.
I said my momma dont understand me, daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, Ive failed their test,
I guess life just aint 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 its 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 thats the truth, cuz thats the roots,
We miss rob harris in the dj booth.
Yo all Im 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 Im a-ok,
I smoke two joints in the morning,
Get the vodka then I mix the oj, okay.
I said my momma dont understand me, daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, Ive failed their test,
I guess life just aint 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 its my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.
Im d-loc I puff all the smoke,
Never have herbs cuz Im always broke,
Never had a job, probably never will,
Thats right saint dog, we kings of the hill.
Im saint dog never find me trippin,
Never gun grippin, always 40 sippin
Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads
And Ill tap all three,
I got a german glow with an irie flow
Youre 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 dont understand me, daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, Ive failed their test,
I guess life just aint 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 its my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.