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    "Midwest Swing" Lyrics

    St. Lunatics feat. Murphy Lee and Nelly

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    [Chorus - Nelly]

    It's a Midwest thang y'all
    And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue)
    Why my Cutlass blue
    And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too
    It's a Midwest Swang y'all
    Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip)
    While we swing and dip (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
    Cuz we do big thangs
    On the motherfuckin' hip

    [Verse 1 - Nelly]

    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 do' 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-caught the same night
    Straight hopped the next flight
    Too Icey for sunlight
    Dunkin' without Sprite, yea you heard me gurl
    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


    [Verse 2 - 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 Pookey of the backyard
    All colors and all types like a junkyard
    High young boy with high young ways
    Cuz 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)
    10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, 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

    [Verse 3 - Kyjuan]

    Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses
    Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's
    Back porches made for hide and go seek
    We got space out here, we can ride and cheif
    Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
    By the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up
    And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
    St. Louis sportin' the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch
    My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
    Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' cargos
    We racin' down Sninker, see how fast a car go
    Granny be like "Ay, ya ya" 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 22's on new UP's
    With one, two, three, four, five TV's


    [Verse 4 [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'
    Stickin' my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's
    They put the gun to my earr
    You know the law don't fear
    Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr
    They had me face down in the skreet (street)
    Errbody (everybody) watchin', thinkin' Ima pull the heat
    And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet (street)
    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 poche (porch) hustlin'

    [Chorus til fade out]
    nelly and the tics rock!! shibi and hebe say so foo!
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to shibi and Odoyle66 for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ali K. Jones, Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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