Midwest Swing

Album: Free City (2001)
Charted: 88
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  • It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
    Why my Cutlass blue
    And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
    It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)
    While we swing and dip
    'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip
    It's a Midwest thang

    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 door seal
    Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel
    This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
    Five and counting, 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 crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
    I done sold out before and re-comped 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
    Carats in one ring, heavily starched jeans
    Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
    In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay

    It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
    Why my Cutlass blue
    And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
    It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)
    While we swing and dip
    'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip
    It's a Midwest thang

    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 sheeeiit, I'm the Pooky of the backyard
    All colors and all types like a junkyard
    Hot young boy with hot 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
    Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
    I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
    TV's everywhere wood grain to steer (stare)
    I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
    Ten and a half in them Airforce 1's, gimme two pair ugh
    I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
    One rapper, two rings and three chains

    Me and Murph' some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
    Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's
    Back porches made for hide and go seek
    We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
    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
    The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch
    My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
    Love, on me Vokal coats with matchin' cargo
    We racin' down Skinker, see how fast our car go
    Granny be like "Ay-yi-yi" 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 twenty-two's on new UV's
    With one, two, three, four, five TV's

    It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
    Why my Cutlass blue
    And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
    It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)
    While we swing and dip
    'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip
    It's a Midwest thang

    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 was the popos
    Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho ho's
    They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
    Nann nigga, nann ho, let's keep that bullshit clear
    They had me face down in the skreet
    Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat
    And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
    And that, pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
    Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD
    Beat the case, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'

    It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
    Why my Cutlass blue
    And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
    It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)
    While we swing and dip
    'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip
    It's a Midwest thang y'all

    It's a Midwest swang, y'all
    It's a Midwest thang Writer/s: Ali K Jones, Cornell Iral Haynes, Jason Epperson, Robert Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper
    Publisher: D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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