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<pre><font size='+2'>MIDWEST SWING lyrics ST LUNATICS</font><br>Chorus - Nelly]<br /><br />It`s a Midwest thang y`all<br />And ain`t got a clue (Ain`t got a clue)<br />Why my Cutlass blue<br />And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too<br />It`s a Midwest Swang y`all<br />Ain`t gotta trip (Ain`t gotta trip)<br />While we swing and dip (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)<br />Cuz we do big thangs<br />On the motherfuckin` hip<br /><br />[Verse 1 - Nelly]<br /><br />What you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real<br />We got Benz`s, Rovers` and Jag`s, Hummer`s and Deville`s<br />Got a green S Class, ain`t broke the do` seal<br />Shit ain`t been the same since I signed Fo` Reel<br />This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil<br />Five and countin`, dirty six at will<br />Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide<br />I`ll be on my third Bentley by the time I`m at 9<br />I hear`em cryin`, `You gon` sell out`<br />Ya damn right, I done sold out before<br />And re-caught the same night<br />Straight hopped the next flight<br />Too Icey for sunlight<br />Dunkin` without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty<br />I`m from the Show-Me State<br />Show me seven I`ll show you eight<br />Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans<br />Representin` St. Louis everytime I breathe<br />In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 2 - Murphy Lee]<br /><br />I sport my beeper on my boots<br />That`s why I be a buzz when I kick<br />Maybe it`s on my lips, it`s chaos when I spit<br />Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic<br />Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo` shit<br />Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit<br />I`m the Pookey of the backyard<br />All colors and all types like a junkyard<br />High young boy with high young ways<br />Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days<br />You can tell by the way I walk I ain`t from `round hurr (here)<br />Probably couldn`t tell cuz I ain`t walkin` nowhurr (nowhere)<br />I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)<br />TV`s urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)<br />I don`t curr (care), hell naw I ain`t cuttin` my hurr (hair)<br />10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, give me two purr (pair) ugh<br />I`m from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang<br />One rapper, two rings and three chains<br /><br />[Verse 3 - Kyjuan]<br /><br />Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses<br />Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce`s<br />Back porches made for hide and go seek<br />We got space out here, we can ride and cheif<br />Ain`t gotta worry `bout nobody approachin` us<br />By the time they catchin` up, we smokin` up<br />And my eyes be red, my lips a lil` dark<br />St. Louis sportin` the Rams, Cards and lil` Arch<br />My dirty`s love to spark, and love to sparkle<br />Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin` cargos<br />We racin` down Sninker, see how fast a car go<br />Granny be like `Ay, ya ya` like Ricky Ricardo<br />I know you wanna know why we do what we do<br />You cats ain`t got a clue why the Cutlass blue<br />Brand new 22`s on new UP`s<br />With one, two, three, four, five TV`s<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 4 [Big Lee A.K.A. Ali)]<br /><br />I`m sittin` on the front porch, writin` a hood rhyme<br />Waitin` on my connect to deliver that good line<br />Wish I would find, one seed in my weed<br />Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed<br />Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen<br />Two stay hittin some blunts and Heineken<br />Hidin` in the back with the po` po`<br />Stickin` my do`do`, man they some ho` hooo`s<br />They put the gun to my earr<br />You know the law don`t fear<br />Nann nigga, nann hoe, let`s keep that bullshit clearr<br />They had me face down in the skreet (street)<br />Errbody (everybody) watchin`, thinkin` Ima pull the heat<br />And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet (street)<br />And that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps<br />Gon` give it to this nigga like NYPD<br />Beat the K, fuck coke, now I`m back on my granny poche (porch) hustlin`<br /><br />[Chorus til fade out<br><br><a href='http://www.lyricsbay.com' target='_blank'>LyricsBay</a> | <a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/midwest_swing_lyrics-st_lunatics.html" target='_blank'>MIDWEST SWING lyrics ST LUNATICS</a></pre>

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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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