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CHORUS:
(Nelly)
It`s a Midwest thang Jeff
And ain`t got a clue
(Ain`t got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs
On that motherfucker too
It`s a Midwest Swang y`all
Ain`t gotta trip
(Ain`t gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
`Cause we do big thangs
On the motherfuckin` hip
What you think, we live on a farm?
Nigga, be for real
We got Benz`s, Rovers` and Jag`s
Hummer`s and Deville`s
Got a green S Class
Ain`t broke the do` seal
Sh*t ain`t been the same
Since I signed Fo` Reel
This sh*t got ill, when I hit 4 mil
Five and countin`, dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I`ll be on my third Bentley
By the time I`m at 9
I hear `em cryin`
`You gon` sell out`
Ya damn right
I done sold out before
And re-caught the same night
Straight hopped the next flight
Too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin` without Sprite
Yeah you heard me dirty
I`m from the Show-Me State
Show me seven I`ll show you eight
Karats in one bling
Heavily starched jeans
Representin` St. Louis
Everytime I breathe
In the city I touch down
And I bob and weave, ay
Repeat chorus
(Murphy Lee:)
I sport my beeper on my boots
That`s why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it`s on my lips
It`s chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter
Schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick
Other half in yo chick
Keep a quarter of some sh*t
I`m the Pookey of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
High young boy with high young ways
`Cause I connect three blunts
And be high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk
I ain`t from `round hurr (here)
Probably couldn`t tell `cause
I ain`t walkin` nowhurr (nowhere)
I got a old-school Cutlass
With a hole in the urr (air)
TV`s urrwhurr (everywhere)
Wood grain to sturr (stare)
I don`t curr (care)
Hell naw I ain`t cuttin` my hurr (hair)
To the half in them Airforce 1`s
Give me two purr (pair) ugh
I`m from the Lou and
What I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two rings
And three chains
(Kyjuan)
Nothing but some ole country boys
That ride V12 horses
Saddle up and put
Spurs on my Airforce`s
Back porches made for
Hide and go seek
We got space out here
We can ride and cheif
Ain`t gotta worry `bout
Nobody approachin` us
By the time they catchin` up
We smoked it up
And my eyes be red
My lips a lil` dark
St. Louis sportin` the Rams
Cards and lil` Arch
My dirty`s love to spark
And love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats
With matchin` car do`s (doors)
We racin` down sneakers
See how fast a car go
Granny be like `Ay, ya ya`
Like Ricky Ricardo
I know you wanna know
Why we do what we do
You cats ain`t got a clue
Why the Cutlass blue
Brand new 22`s on new UP`s
With one, two, three
Four, five TV`s
Repeat chorus
(Big Lee A.K.A. Ali:)
I`m sittin` on the front porch
Writin` a hood rhyme
Waitin` on my connect
To deliver that good line
Wish I would find
One seed in my weed
Sticks and shit
If I do somebody bleed
Pull right here
Eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stank bitches
Some blunts and Heineken
Hidin` in the back with the po` po`
Kicked in my do`do`
Man they some ho` hooo`s
They put the gun to my earr
You know the Lord don`t fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe
Let`s keep that bullshit clearr
They had me face
Down in the skreet (street)
Errbody (everybody)
Watchin`, thinkin` I`mma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects with
A leak in the skreet (street)
And that, pussy ass nigga
That set me up my peeps
Gon` give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke
Now I`m back on my
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