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It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

I 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya damn right
I done sold out and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I touch and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

I sport my beeper on my that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's when I spit
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the
All colors and all types like a
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect three and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
Probably couldn't 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's everywhere grain to stare

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
To the half in them Air force 1's, me two pair, ugh
I'm the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

Nothing but ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back porches made for and go seek
We got space out here, we can and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My dirty's love to and love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal coats matchin' car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast our car go
be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
Brand new on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, TV's

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They gotta trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver that line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do bleed

Pull right here, eight pounds of
Two stay hittin' blunts and Heineken
Hidin' in the with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

And leave the D-tects a leak in the skreet
And that ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang