Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thang y'all
 And it ain't got a clue (it 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
 It ain't gotta trip (it ain't gotta trip)
 While we swing and dip
 '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
 Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
 This shit got real, when I hit four mil
 Five and countin' dirty six at will
 Did seven on the slide, eight worldwide
 I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at nine
 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 every time I breathe
 In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay
 It's a Midwest thang y'all
 And it ain't got a clue (it 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
 It ain't gotta trip (it ain't gotta trip)
 While we swing and dip
 'Cause we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip
 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 shit, 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
 Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' now hurr
 I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr
 TV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr
 I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr
 Ten and a half in the Air Force One's, give me two purr ugh
 I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang
 One rapper, two rings and three chains
 Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses
 Saddle up and put spurs on my Air Force's
 Back porches made for hide and go seek
 We got space out here, we can ride and chief
 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 vocal coats with matchin' cargos
 We racin' down Skinker, 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 it 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
 It's a Midwest thang y'all
 And it ain't got a clue (it 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
 It ain't gotta trip (it ain't gotta trip)
 While we swing and dip
 'Cause we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip
 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' hoo's
 They put the gun to my ear
 You know the law don't fear
 Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
 They had me face down in the skreet
 E'rybody 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 poche hustlin'
 It's a Midwest thang y'all
 And it ain't got a clue (it 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
 It ain't gotta trip (it ain't gotta trip)
 While we swing and dip
 'Cause we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip
 It's a Midwest thang y'all
 It's a Midwest thang y'all
 It's a Midwest thang