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 (chorus)
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]
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
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]
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]
