Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Midwest Swing

 
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 (chorus)  
 
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]  
 
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 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) 
To the half in them Airforce 1`s, give me two purr (pair) 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 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 
 
 [Chorus]  
 
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] 
 

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