Clyde Cabbage - 1998 lyrics

[produced by Basquiat] [Verse 1] I swear I'm bound for Hell Coming straight out my outer shell Like "f** school, all I need is an ounce to sell" Cause dumb's cool & smart's lame So stay outta Clyde's gun range or lose your wallet and chump change Ain't much changed since our slavery days Besides the format, and the place we fighting the war at Riding horsebacks as I'm ghostwriting some more raps Never paid attention in cla**, I can't afford that I'm more than a mothaf**ing MC b**h, I'm hungry for the money when I'm puffing this tree And my stomach's empty, Clan coming 6 deep Got me f**ed up if you think you f**ing with me b**h please, see the way I'm spitting this heat Got me living out my dreams and I don't even get sleep Got ADHD, selling beats and paying fees Pushing keys seems to be the recipe to make cheese [Hook] No shame in my game, send the blame to me I move discreet through these streets, can't stay asleep As you can see ain't no motherf**in' place for me And truthfully, that's the motherf**ing way it should be I'm blazing this weed, living life aimlessly Scars on the skin covering the pain beneath Ya heard? I sip syrup while spitting these sick words Smoking herb, getting higher than a bird [Verse 2] My life is all a daze I'm amazed I made out this crazy maze Flow's lazy, maybe cause I'm blazing potent haze Banging b**hes on my walls Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol You see, I spawn flows on these blond hoes Walk 'em to the condo & knock 'em down like dominoes Back then, remember when the women wasn't into him? They called him feminine But now I'm back again, going hard as hell Sparking L's outside, but it's hard to tell Because I got the contacts to the bomb threats Leave your a** lynched and ditched if you attempt to snitch I'm pimping, b**h; focused on getting rich f** the past, I'm came to take the presence like the Christmas Grinch Peace to my peeps in SteezNation We see the cheese waiting but we need to keep patient [Hook] No shame in my game, send the blame to me I move discreet through these streets, can't stay asleep As you can see ain't no motherf**in' place for me And truthfully, that's the motherf**ing way it should be I'm blazing this weed, living life aimlessly Scars on the skin covering the pain beneath Ya heard, I sip syrup while spitting these sick words Smoking herb, getting higher than a bird [Outro] It was all a daze We getting paid like we knew we would From the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good x2