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I said my momma don't understand me |
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Daddy never really cared |
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Fuck the rest |
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I've failed their test |
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I guess life just ain't fair |
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A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change |
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But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand |
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And it's my time to rock the stage |
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Misunderstood |
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One in a million, a million in one |
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A stoner reeking havoc, but I don't carry a gun |
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Only a microphone so I can rock the stage |
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Don't got a beeper But I gots to some page up some dope ass lyrics |
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From my imagination |
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Smoked out the officer on my probation |
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Bustin' caps in the balls of this generation |
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My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bomb sugar bud |
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Goin' everlasting cycle, the dank of the dankest don't get no sweeter |
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My boy B-Dub ain't a motherfuckin' tweaker |
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He's a ganja man, that's the way it goes |
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2 turntables always rock at shows |
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Hey Bobby B, how does your bud grow? |
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Shhh... That's on the down low |
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I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared |
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Fuck the rest, I've failed their test |
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I guess life just ain't fair |
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A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change |
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But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand |
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And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood |
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Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho rebels |
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Bitch turn up the treble |
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We wanna be heard because we speak the truth |
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Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth |
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And that's the truth, cuz that's the roots |
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We miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth |
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Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the freedom of speech |
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A freedom to blaze, a freedom to reach |
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New plateaus are a high away |
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2 joints in the morning then I'm A-OK |
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I smoke two joints in the morning |
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Get the vodka then I mix the OJ, ok |
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I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared |
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Fuck the rest, I've failed their test |
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I guess life just ain't fair |
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A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change |
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But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand |
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And it's my time to rock the stage |
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Misunderstood |
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I'm D-Loc I puffs all the smoke |
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Never have herbs cuz I'm always broke |
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Never had a job, probably never will |
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That's right Saint Dog, we da kings of the hill |
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I'm Saint Dog never find me trippin' |
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Never gun grippin', always 40 sippin' |
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Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads |
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And I'll tap all three |
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I got a German glow with an irie flow |
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You're red in the face cuz I bucked your hoe |
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So what now bro? You know we told ya so |
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We got more game that L.A.'s got blow |
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Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a monkey |
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My boy Saint Dog is a hip-hop drunkie |
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DJ Bobby B gots the tracks that are funky |
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If you really must know I grow my green bud skunky |
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I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared |
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Fuck the rest, I've failed their test |
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I guess life just ain't fair |
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A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change |
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But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand |
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And it's my time to rock the stage |
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Misunderstood |