[chorus]
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
[nelly]
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]
[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´ 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
[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 cutlass 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 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] - repeat to fade