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It's a Midwest thang y'all
And ain't got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta trip
(Ain't gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hipWhat 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 do' seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil
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 9I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out"
Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught 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, ayIt's a Midwest thang y'all
And ain't got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta trip
(Ain't gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hipI 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 Pookey of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
High young boy with high young ways
'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three daysYou can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr
I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr
TV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr
I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr
10 and a half in the Air force One's, give me two purr ugh
I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two rings and three chainsNothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 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 smokin' up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' archMy dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies vocal coats with matchin' cargos
We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go
Granny be like, "Ay, ya ya" 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 22's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five TV'sIt's a Midwest thang y'all
And ain't got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta trip
(Ain't gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hipI'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'
Stickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo'sThey put the gun to my earr
You know the law don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
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 poche hustlin'It's a Midwest thang y'all
And ain't got a clue
(Ain't got a clue)
Why my cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too
It's a Midwest swang y'all
Ain't gotta trip
(Ain't gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hipIt's a Midwest thang y'all
It's a Midwest thang y'all
It's a Midwest thang

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The St. Lunatics are a rap crew from St. Louis, Missouri formed by rapper Nelly and his hometown friends Ali, Murphy Lee, Kyjuan, City Spud and Slo'Down. They were formed in 1993 and came out with their local hit "Gimmie What U Got" in 1996. After the St. Lunatics got signed to Universal Records Nelly was the first member to go solo, and while Nelly was working on his solo album Country Grammar, City Spud was arrested and sentenced to 10 years in prison for robbery. After the break through success of Nelly in 2000, the St. Lunatics released their debut album Free City in 2001 with hits such as "Summer In The City" and "Midwest Swing". Then Ali released his solo album Heavy Starch in 2002 and Murphy Lee released his solo album Murphy's Law in 2003. Murphy has now launched his own label "U C Me ENT." and is currently promoting his new artists. With the success of "Free City" and its members, a second St. Lunatic album was anticipated amongst the fans.
According to Songfacts, after City Spud was released in 2009, he reunited with Nelly and the St. Lunatics to record their second album entitled City Free.


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