St. Lunatics - Midwest Swing lyrics

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, 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


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' chick
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)
Ten and a half in them Airforce 1's
Gimme 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 UV's
With one, two, three, four, five TV's


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 ho
Let's keep that bullshit clearr
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody watchin, thinkin I'mma 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