Midwest Swing by Nelly
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
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, 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 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
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 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 here
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 stare
I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
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