NELLY - Midwest Swing lyrics
rate me[chorus]<br>It's a midwest thang, y'all - and they ain't got a clue<br>(they ain't got a clue) why my cutlass blue<br>And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too<br>It's a midwest swang, y'all - and they ain't gotta trip<br>(they ain't gotta trip) while we swing and dip<br>Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin hip<br>It's a midwest thang<br><br>[nelly]<br>Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay<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 door seal<br>Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel<br>This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill<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 ya damn right<br>I done sold out before and re-comped the same night<br>Straight hopped the next flight, too *icey* for sunlight<br>Dunkin without sprite, yea you heard me dirty<br>I'm from the show-me state, 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>[murphy lee]<br>I sport my beeper on my boots, 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, I'm the pooky of the backyard<br>All colors and all types like a junkyard<br>Hot young boy with hot young ways<br>Cause 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>To the half in them airforce 1's, 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>[kyjuan]<br>Nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 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 hurr, we can ride and chief<br>Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us<br>By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up<br>And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark<br>The lou is more than the rams, cards and lil' arch<br>My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle<br>Love homies *vokal* coats with matchin' car do's (doors)<br>We racin down skinker, see how fast our car go<br>Granny be like ay-yi-yi 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 twenty-two's on new up's<br>With one, two, three, four, five tv's<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[big lee a.k.a. ali]<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>Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's<br>They put the gun to my earr, you know the lord don't fear<br>Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr<br>They had me face down in the skreet<br>Errbody watchin, thinkin i'ma pull the heat<br>And leave the d-tects with a leak in the skreet<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 porch hustlin<br><br>[chorus] - repeat to fade
