[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



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[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