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[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' chick 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 Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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