Nelly - Midwest Swing Lyrics
[chorus]Its a midwest thang, yall - and they aint got a clue(they aint got a clue) why my cutlass blueAnd I got them thangs on that muh*****er tooIts a midwest swang, yall - and they aint gotta trip(they aint gotta trip) while we swing and dipCause we do big thangs on the muh*****in hipIts a midwest thang[nelly]Ay, ay, ay, ay, ayWhat you think we live on a farm? nigga be for realWe got benzs rovers and jags, hummers and devillesGot a green s class, aint broke the door sealShit aint been the same since I signed fo reelThis shit got ill, when I hit 4 millFive and countin, dirty six at willDid seven on the slide, 8 worldwideIll be on my third bentley by the time Im at 9I hear em cryin, you gon sell out ya damn rightI done sold out before and re-comped the same nightStraight hopped the next flight, too *icey* for sunlightDunkin without sprite, yea you heard me dirtyIm from the show-me state, show me seven Ill show you eightKarats in one bling, heavily starched jeansRepresentin st. louis everytime I breatheIn the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay[chorus][murphy lee]I sport my beeper on my boots, thats why I be a buzz when I kickMaybe its on my lips, its chaos when I spitQuarter man, quarter schoolboy, half lunaticQuarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo shitKeep a quarter of some sheeeiit, Im the pooky of the backyardAll colors and all types like a junkyardHot young boy with hot young waysCause I connect three blunts and be high for three daysYou can tell by the way I walk I aint from round hurr (here)Probably couldnt tell cuz I aint walkin nowhurr (nowhere)I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)Tvs urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)I dont curr (care), hell naw I aint cuttin my hurr (hair)To the half in them airforce 1s, give me two purr (pair) ughIm from the lou and what I do is a lou thangOne rapper, two rings and three chains[kyjuan]Nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 horsesSaddle up and put spurs on my airforcesBack porches made for hide and go seekWe got space out hurr, we can ride and chiefAint gotta worry bout nobody approachin usBy the time they catchin up, we smoked it upAnd my eyes be red, my lips a lil darkThe lou is more than the rams, cards and lil archMy dirtys love to spark, and love to sparkleLove homies *vokal* coats with matchin car dos (doors)We racin down skinker, see how fast our car goGranny be like ay-yi-yi like ricky ricardoI know you wanna know why we do what we doYou cats aint got a clue why the cutlass blueBrand new twenty-twos on new upsWith one, two, three, four, five tvs[chorus][big lee a.k.a. ali]Im sittin on the front porch, writin a hood rhymeWaitin on my connect to deliver that good lineWish I would find, one seed in my weedSticks and shit, if I do somebody bleedPull right here, eight pounds of chinamenTwo stay hittin some blunts and heinekenHidin in the back with the po poKicked in my dodo, man they some ho hooosThey put the gun to my earr, you know the lord dont fearNann nigga, nann hoe, lets keep that bullshit clearrThey had me face down in the skreetErrbody watchin, thinkin ima pull the heatAnd leave the d-tects with a leak in the skreetAnd that - ***** ass nigga that set me up my peepsGon give it to this nigga like nypdBeat the k, ***** coke, now Im back on my granny porch hustlin[chorus] - repeat to fade
