Текст песни Nelly - Midwest Swing
Nelly - Midwest Swing слова песни
It`s a Midwest thang, y`all - and they ain`t got a clue(They ain`t got a clue) why my Cutlass blueand I got them thangs on that muh`fucker tooIt`s a Midwest swang, y`all - and they ain`t gotta trip(They ain`t gotta trip) while we swing and dipCause we do big thangs on the muh`fuckin hipIt`s a Midwest thang (chorus)Ay, ay, ay, ay, ayWhat you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for realWe got Benz`s Rovers` and Jag`s, Hummer`s and Deville`sGot a green S Class, ain`t broke the door sealShit ain`t been the same since I signed Fo` ReelThis shit got ill, when I hit 4 millFive and countin`, dirty six at willDid seven on the slide, 8 worldwideI`ll be on my third Bentley by the time I`m at 9I hear `em cryin, "You gon` sell out" ya damn rightI done sold out before and re-comped the same nightStraight hopped the next flight, too *Icey* for sunlightDunkin without Sprite, yea you heard me dirtyI`m from the Show-Me State, show me seven I`ll show you eightKarats in one bling, heavily starched jeansRepresentin St. Louis everytime I breatheIn the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay[Chorus]I sport my beeper on my boots, that`s why I be a buzz when I kickMaybe it`s on my lips, it`s chaos when I spitQuarter man, quarter schoolboy, half LunaticQuarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo` shitKeep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I`m the Pooky of the backyardAll colors and all types like a junkyardHot young boy with hot young waysCause I connect three blunts and be high for three daysYou 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 I ain`t cuttin my hurr (hair)To the half in them Airforce 1`s, give me two purr (pair) ughI`m from the Lou` and what I do is a Lou` thangOne rapper, two rings and three chainsNothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horsesSaddle up and put spurs on my Airforce`sBack porches made for hide and go seekWe got space out hurr, we can ride and chiefAin`t gotta worry `bout nobody approachin` usBy the time they catchin` up, we smoked it upAnd my eyes be red, my lips a lil` darkThe Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil` ArchMy dirty`s love to spark, and love to sparkleLove homies *Vokal* coats with matchin` car do`s (doors)We racin down Skinker, see how fast our car goGranny be like "Ay-yi-yi" like Ricky RicardoI know you wanna know why we do what we doYou cats ain`t got a clue why the Cutlass blueBrand new twenty-two`s on new UP`sWith one, two, three, four, five TV`s[Chorus]I`m sittin` on the front porch, writin a hood rhymeWaitin on my connect to deliver that good lineWish I would find, one seed in my weedSticks and shit, if I do somebody bleedPull right here, eight pounds of ChinamenTwo stay hittin some blunts and HeinekenHidin in the back with the po` po`kicked in my do`do`, man they some ho` hooo`sThey put the gun to my earr, you know the Lord don`t fearNann nigga, nann hoe, let`s keep that bullshit clearrThey had me face down in the skreetErrbody watchin, thinkin I`ma pull the heatAnd leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreetAnd that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peepsGon` give it to this nigga like NYPDBeat the K, fuck coke, now I`m back on my granny porch hustlin[Chorus]