Nelly - Midwest Swing lyrics

[chorus] It's a midwest thang, y'all - and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue) why my cutla** blue And i got them thangs on that muh'f**er 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'f**in hip It's a midwest thang [nelly] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay What you think we live on a farm? n***a be for real We got benz's rovers' and jag's, hummer's and deville's Got a green s cla**, ain't broke the door seal sh** ain't been the same since i signed fo' reel This sh** 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] [murphy lee] 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' sh** 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 cutla**, 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 [kyjuan] 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 cutla** blue Brand new twenty-two's on new up's With one, two, three, four, five tv's [chorus] [big lee a.k.a. ali] 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 sh**, 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 n***a, nann hoe, let's keep that bullsh** 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 - p**y a** n***a that set me up my peeps Gon' give it to this n***a like nypd Beat the k, f** coke, now i'm back on my granny porch hustlin [chorus] - repeat to fade