Chris Grindz - MIDWESTSIDE ft Chris Grindz lyrics

[Chorus] On the Midwestside, we ride On the Midwestside, we roll On the Midwestside we gon' put on Got the people going crazy every time I do a show On the Midwestside, we ride On the Midwestside, we roll On the Midwestside we gon' put on Got the people going crazy every time I do a show On the Midwestside [Verse 1: Darren Jackson] Cow tipping, bonfires Everybody here singing learned in mom's choir Turn them old trucks to them low-riders No In-N-Out Burger we got City Diners From the projects, to the red necks To the corn fields, hay riding with horses People on their porches, rich getting more rich House parties, house shows, run from law enforcements Started off in hoopties, drive-in movies Corner store smoothies and grandma cookies Used to have a family, now we got groupies Feeling like Big, when Big did Juicy Racist still divides us, crimes at it's peak Some people got castles, some people on the street Some people making millions, other people can't eat But everybody comes together when it's World Series week [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chris Grindz] And you can find us posted in the Gateway Summer time n***as going nuts, no payday Girlfriends going off like an AK You gotta dodge bullets if you grew up where we stay And each day is a dice roll You might as well wear a blindfold and let the good times roll On this track I play the side role But I'm a freak of nature with the flow you should come peep the sideshow Catch more waves here no tides though We're just all pretty nice folk And even if we live life broke I swear ain't nothing like the Midwestside bro [Chorus] [Verse 3: Darren Jackson] East Coast got the style, West Coast got the shorties South got the redbones, Midwest got the Dorthys Summer block parties, Koolaid and 40's And the homies don't swim if the water's over 4 feet Whoa, now take a ride in my city Backpacks on every kid holding 50 Skateboard kids got the whole street flipping Police on the block got the whole block empty Yeah, in the Midwest homie Cowboys got the same flannels as the OGs Chuck Berry, John Wayne, Sweety Pies, Oldies Brew our own beer, smoking cigarette rollies Uh, these are our towns our cities Our music, our people, our dreams living We gon' make the world see that we still winning Everybody from the Midwest keep singing [Chorus]