Midwest Swing Lyrics

Midwest Swing lyrics

[Chorus]
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 do big
thangs on the muh'fuckin hip
It's a Midwest thang

[Nelly]
Ay, ay,
ay, ay, ay
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 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-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
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]

[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 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
(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)
Ten and a half in them Airforce 1's, gimme 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 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 homies *Vokal* coats with matchin'
car do's (doors)
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 UP's
With one, two, three, four, five
TV's

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[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'
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
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 K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny porch
hustlin

[Chorus] - repeat to fade