Libella Swing

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 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, 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'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 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 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'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 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' ho's They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit 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 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' 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