Midwest Swing lyrics

Chorus - Nelly]

It`s a Midwest thang y`all
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)
Cuz we do big thangs
On the motherfuckin` hip

[Verse 1 - Nelly]

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
Shit ain`t been the same since I signed Fo` Reel
This shit 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, yea 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - 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` shit
Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit
I`m the Pookey of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
High young boy with high young ways
Cuz 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 cuz 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)
10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, 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

[Verse 3 - 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 smokin` 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` cargos
We racin` down Sninker, 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 [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 stay hittin some blunts and Heineken
Hidin` in the back with the po` po`
Stickin` my do`do`, man they some ho` hooo`s
They put the gun to my earr
You know the law 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` Ima 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 granny poche (porch) hustlin`

[Chorus til fade out
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