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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? **** 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, yeah 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 every time I breathe
In the city, I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
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 shit, other half in yo' ass
Keep a quarter of some shit, 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 here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to stare
I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two 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 Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, 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 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
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
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 shit
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' ho's
They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann bitch, nann hoe, let's keep that shit clear
They had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that bitch ass bitch that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this bitch like NYPD
Beat the K, **** coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:12.27]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[00:13.38](They ain't got a clue)
[00:13.83]Why my Cutlass blue
[00:14.22]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[00:15.18]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[00:16.23](They ain't gotta trip)
[00:16.80]While we swing and dip
[00:17.37]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[00:18.78]Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? **** be for real
[01:00.06]We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
[01:01.23]Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door seal
[01:02.10]Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
[01:15.84]This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
[01:16.53]Five and countin', dirty six at will
[01:17.31]Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
[01:18.09]I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
[01:23.46]I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
[01:26.64]I done sold out before and re-comped the same night
[01:27.66]Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
[01:28.68]Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
[01:29.70]I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
[01:30.75]Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
[01:31.68]Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe
[01:33.81]In the city, I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
[01:37.59]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[01:41.40](They ain't got a clue)
[01:42.99]Why my Cutlass blue
[01:44.76]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[01:46.77]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[01:48.72](They ain't gotta trip)
[01:49.26]While we swing and dip
[01:50.88]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[01:52.29]I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz when I kick
[01:58.80]Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
[02:00.96]Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
[02:01.95]Quarter rubber, quarter shit, other half in yo' ass
[02:05.40]Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
[02:08.25]All colors and all types like a junkyard
[02:09.15]Hot young boy with hot young ways
[02:09.75]'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three days
[02:12.42]You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
[02:21.63]Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
[02:25.98]I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
[02:26.94]TV's everywhere wood grain to stare
[02:29.70]I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
[02:39.18]To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
[02:53.28]I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
[02:54.09]One rapper, two rings and three chains
[02:54.96]Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
[02:57.78]Saddle up and put spurs on my Air force's
[02:58.68]Back porches made for hide and go seek
[02:59.46]We got space out here, we can ride and chief
[03:01.59]Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
[03:03.30]By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
[03:04.74]And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
[03:05.79]The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch
[03:07.02]My dirty's love to spark and love to sparkle
[03:08.43]Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
[03:10.41]We racin' down Skinker, see how fast our car go
[03:11.46]Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo
[03:13.32]I know you wanna know why we do what we do
[03:14.19]You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
[03:15.21]Brand new twenty-two's on new UP's
[03:15.99]With one, two, three, four, five TV's
[03:18.09]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[03:19.17](They ain't got a clue)
[03:21.96]Why my Cutlass blue
[03:22.50]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[03:24.36]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[03:25.44](They ain't gotta trip)
[03:26.04]While we swing and dip
[03:26.67]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[03:28.08]I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
[03:31.68]Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line
[03:33.03]Wish I would find, one seed in my shit
[03:33.96]Sticks and shit if I do somebody bleed
[04:09.06]Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
[04:10.53]Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken
[04:11.40]Hidin' in the back with the po' po'
[04:12.03]Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' ho's
[04:12.81]They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
[04:13.83]Nann bitch, nann hoe, let's keep that shit clear
[04:15.54]They had me face down in the skreet
[04:16.20]Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat
[04:17.13]And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
[04:18.09]And that bitch ass bitch that set me up my peeps
[04:19.77]Gon' give it to this bitch like NYPD
[04:20.58]Beat the K, **** coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'
[04:24.09]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[04:25.11](They ain't got a clue)
[04:25.50]Why my Cutlass blue
[04:25.89]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[04:26.85]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[04:27.90](They ain't gotta trip)
[04:30.90]While we swing and dip
[04:31.38]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? **** 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, yeah 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 every time I breathe
In the city, I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
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 shit, other half in yo' ass
Keep a quarter of some shit, 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 here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood grain to stare
I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two 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 Air force's
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, 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 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
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
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 shit
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' ho's
They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann bitch, nann hoe, let's keep that shit clear
They had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that bitch ass bitch that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this bitch like NYPD
Beat the K, **** coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'
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'****ing 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'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:12.27]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[00:13.38](They ain't got a clue)
[00:13.83]Why my Cutlass blue
[00:14.22]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[00:15.18]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[00:16.23](They ain't gotta trip)
[00:16.80]While we swing and dip
[00:17.37]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[00:18.78]Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? **** be for real
[01:00.06]We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
[01:01.23]Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door seal
[01:02.10]Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
[01:15.84]This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
[01:16.53]Five and countin', dirty six at will
[01:17.31]Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
[01:18.09]I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
[01:23.46]I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
[01:26.64]I done sold out before and re-comped the same night
[01:27.66]Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
[01:28.68]Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
[01:29.70]I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
[01:30.75]Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
[01:31.68]Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe
[01:33.81]In the city, I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
[01:37.59]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[01:41.40](They ain't got a clue)
[01:42.99]Why my Cutlass blue
[01:44.76]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[01:46.77]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[01:48.72](They ain't gotta trip)
[01:49.26]While we swing and dip
[01:50.88]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[01:52.29]I sport my beeper on my boots that's why I be a buzz when I kick
[01:58.80]Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit
[02:00.96]Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
[02:01.95]Quarter rubber, quarter shit, other half in yo' ass
[02:05.40]Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
[02:08.25]All colors and all types like a junkyard
[02:09.15]Hot young boy with hot young ways
[02:09.75]'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three days
[02:12.42]You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
[02:21.63]Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
[02:25.98]I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
[02:26.94]TV's everywhere wood grain to stare
[02:29.70]I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
[02:39.18]To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
[02:53.28]I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
[02:54.09]One rapper, two rings and three chains
[02:54.96]Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
[02:57.78]Saddle up and put spurs on my Air force's
[02:58.68]Back porches made for hide and go seek
[02:59.46]We got space out here, we can ride and chief
[03:01.59]Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
[03:03.30]By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
[03:04.74]And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
[03:05.79]The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch
[03:07.02]My dirty's love to spark and love to sparkle
[03:08.43]Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
[03:10.41]We racin' down Skinker, see how fast our car go
[03:11.46]Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo
[03:13.32]I know you wanna know why we do what we do
[03:14.19]You cats ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
[03:15.21]Brand new twenty-two's on new UP's
[03:15.99]With one, two, three, four, five TV's
[03:18.09]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[03:19.17](They ain't got a clue)
[03:21.96]Why my Cutlass blue
[03:22.50]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[03:24.36]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[03:25.44](They ain't gotta trip)
[03:26.04]While we swing and dip
[03:26.67]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang
[03:28.08]I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
[03:31.68]Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line
[03:33.03]Wish I would find, one seed in my shit
[03:33.96]Sticks and shit if I do somebody bleed
[04:09.06]Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
[04:10.53]Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken
[04:11.40]Hidin' in the back with the po' po'
[04:12.03]Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' ho's
[04:12.81]They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
[04:13.83]Nann bitch, nann hoe, let's keep that shit clear
[04:15.54]They had me face down in the skreet
[04:16.20]Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat
[04:17.13]And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
[04:18.09]And that bitch ass bitch that set me up my peeps
[04:19.77]Gon' give it to this bitch like NYPD
[04:20.58]Beat the K, **** coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'
[04:24.09]It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
[04:25.11](They ain't got a clue)
[04:25.50]Why my Cutlass blue
[04:25.89]And I got them thangs on that muh'****ing too
[04:26.85]It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
[04:27.90](They ain't gotta trip)
[04:30.90]While we swing and dip
[04:31.38]'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****ing hip, it's a Midwest thang