[{"id":34914278,"name":"Midwest Swing","trackName":"Midwest Swing","artistName":"St.Lunatics","albumName":"Midwest Swing (Cd Single)","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nWhat you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real\nWe got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's\nGot a green S Class, ain't broke the do' seal\nShit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel\nThis shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil\nFive and countin', dirty six at will\nDid seven on the slide, 8 worldwide\nI'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9\n\nI hear 'em cryin', \"You gon' sell out\"\nYa damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same night\nStraight hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight\nDunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty\nI'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight\nKarats in one bling, heavily starched jeans\nRepresentin' St. Louis every time I breathe\nIn the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nI sport my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick\nMaybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit\nQuarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic\nQuarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit\nKeep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard\nAll colors and all types like a junkyard\nHigh young boy with high young ways\n'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days\n\nYou can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr\nProbably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr\nI got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr\nTV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr\nI don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr\n10 and a half in the Air force One's, give me two purr ugh\nI'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang\nOne rapper, two rings and three chains\n\nNothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses\nSaddle up and put spurs on my Air force's\nBack porches made for hide and go seek\nWe got space out here, we can ride and chief\nAin't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us\nBy the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up\nAnd my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark\nSt. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch\n\nMy dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle\nLove homies vocal coats with matchin' cargos\nWe racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go\nGranny be like, \"Ay, ya ya\" like Ricky Ricardo\nI know you wanna know why we do what we do\nYou cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue\nBrand new 22's on new UP's\nWith one, two, three, four, five TV's\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my Cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nI'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme\nWaitin' on my connect to deliver that good line\nWish I would find, one seed in my weed\nSticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed\nPull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen\nTwo stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken\nHidin' in the back with the po' po'\nStickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's\n\nThey put the gun to my earr\nYou know the law don't fear\nNann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\nThey had me face down in the skreet\nErrbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\nAnd leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\nAnd that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\nGon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\nBeat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nIt's a Midwest thang","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[00:03.05] And ain't got a clue\n[00:05.04] (Ain't got a clue)\n[00:06.19] Why my cutlass blue\n[00:08.14] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[00:10.11] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[00:14.29] Ain't gotta trip\n[00:15.25] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[00:16.23] While we swing and dip\n[00:17.22] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[00:20.24] What you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real\n[00:23.28] We got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's\n[00:26.34] Got a green S Class, ain't broke the do' seal\n[00:29.38] Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel\n[00:31.34] This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil\n[00:33.34] Five and countin', dirty six at will\n[00:36.49] Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide\n[00:38.49] I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9\n[00:41.45] I hear 'em cryin', \"You gon' sell out\"\n[00:42.54] Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same night\n[00:46.51] Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight\n[00:48.53] Dunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty\n[00:51.56] I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight\n[00:53.55] Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans\n[00:56.55] Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe\n[00:58.60] In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay\n[01:01.66] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[01:04.60] And ain't got a clue\n[01:05.79] (Ain't got a clue)\n[01:06.76] Why my cutlass blue\n[01:08.78] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[01:10.87] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[01:14.82] Ain't gotta trip\n[01:15.82] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[01:16.87] While we swing and dip\n[01:18.96] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[01:20.94] I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick\n[01:23.96] Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit\n[01:27.91] Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic\n[01:28.96] Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit\n[01:32.08] Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard\n[01:35.06] All colors and all types like a junkyard\n[01:37.05] High young boy with high young ways\n[01:39.03] 'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days\n[01:42.04] You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr\n[01:45.10] Probably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr\n[01:47.18] I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr\n[01:49.14] TV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr\n[01:53.19] I don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr\n[01:54.13] 10 and a half in the Air force One's, give me two purr ugh\n[01:57.28] I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang\n[02:00.21] One rapper, two rings and three chains\n[02:02.26] Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses\n[02:05.25] Saddle up and put spurs on my Air force's\n[02:07.26] Back porches made for hide and go seek\n[02:10.22] We got space out here, we can ride and chief\n[02:12.35] Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us\n[02:14.33] By the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up\n[02:19.32] And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark\n[02:20.34] St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch\n[02:22.31] My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle\n[02:25.40] Love homies vocal coats with matchin' cargos\n[02:27.42] We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go\n[02:30.42] Granny be like, \"Ay, ya ya\" like Ricky Ricardo\n[02:32.44] I know you wanna know why we do what we do\n[02:34.59] You cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue\n[02:37.58] Brand new 22's on new UP's\n[02:39.57] With one, two, three, four, five TV's\n[02:42.55] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[02:45.50] And ain't got a clue\n[02:46.63] (Ain't got a clue)\n[02:48.64] Why my Cutlass blue\n[02:49.66] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[02:51.69] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[02:55.68] Ain't gotta trip\n[02:57.70] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[02:58.79] While we swing and dip\n[03:00.76] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[03:02.74] I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme\n[03:04.79] Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line\n[03:07.79] Wish I would find, one seed in my weed\n[03:10.83] Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed\n[03:14.80] Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen\n[03:16.86] Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken\n[03:17.89] Hidin' in the back with the po' po'\n[03:19.87] Stickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's\n[03:22.99] They put the gun to my earr\n[03:24.94] You know the law don't fear\n[03:25.90] Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\n[03:27.91] They had me face down in the skreet\n[03:29.99] Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\n[03:32.01] And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\n[03:35.02] And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\n[03:38.00] Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\n[03:41.03] Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n[03:43.05] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[03:46.10] And ain't got a clue\n[03:48.12] (Ain't got a clue)\n[03:49.12] Why my cutlass blue\n[03:51.15] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[03:53.12] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[03:55.16] Ain't gotta trip\n[03:58.20] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[03:59.29] While we swing and dip\n[04:02.25] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[04:03.28] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[04:13.39] It's a Midwest thang 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Stickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's\n[03:22.99] They put the gun to my earr\n[03:24.94] You know the law don't fear\n[03:25.90] Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\n[03:27.91] They had me face down in the skreet\n[03:29.99] Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\n[03:32.01] And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\n[03:35.02] And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\n[03:38.00] Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\n[03:41.03] Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n[03:43.05] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[03:46.10] And ain't got a clue\n[03:48.12] (Ain't got a clue)\n[03:49.12] Why my cutlass blue\n[03:51.15] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[03:53.12] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[03:55.16] Ain't gotta trip\n[03:58.20] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[03:59.29] While we swing and dip\n[04:02.25] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[04:03.28] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[04:13.39] It's a Midwest thang 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Ricardo\n[02:32.44] I know you wanna know why we do what we do\n[02:34.59] You cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue\n[02:37.58] Brand new 22's on new UP's\n[02:39.57] With one, two, three, four, five TV's\n[02:42.55] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[02:45.50] And ain't got a clue\n[02:46.63] (Ain't got a clue)\n[02:48.64] Why my Cutlass blue\n[02:49.66] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[02:51.69] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[02:55.68] Ain't gotta trip\n[02:57.70] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[02:58.79] While we swing and dip\n[03:00.76] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[03:02.74] I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme\n[03:04.79] Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line\n[03:07.79] Wish I would find, one seed in my weed\n[03:10.83] Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed\n[03:14.80] Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen\n[03:16.86] Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken\n[03:17.89] Hidin' in the back with the po' po'\n[03:19.87] Stickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's\n[03:22.99] They put the gun to my earr\n[03:24.94] You know the law don't fear\n[03:25.90] Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\n[03:27.91] They had me face down in the skreet\n[03:29.99] Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\n[03:32.01] And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\n[03:35.02] And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\n[03:38.00] Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\n[03:41.03] Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n[03:43.05] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[03:46.10] And ain't got a clue\n[03:48.12] (Ain't got a clue)\n[03:49.12] Why my cutlass blue\n[03:51.15] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[03:53.12] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[03:55.16] Ain't gotta trip\n[03:58.20] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[03:59.29] While we swing and dip\n[04:02.25] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[04:03.28] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[04:13.39] It's a Midwest thang 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Nigga, be for real\nWe got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's\nGot a green S Class, ain't broke the do' seal\nShit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel\nThis shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil\nFive and countin', dirty six at will\nDid seven on the slide, 8 worldwide\nI'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9\n\nI hear 'em cryin', \"You gon' sell out\"\nYa damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same night\nStraight hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight\nDunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty\nI'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight\nKarats in one bling, heavily starched jeans\nRepresentin' St. Louis every time I breathe\nIn the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nI sport my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick\nMaybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit\nQuarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic\nQuarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit\nKeep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard\nAll colors and all types like a junkyard\nHigh young boy with high young ways\n'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days\n\nYou can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr\nProbably couldn't tell 'cuz I ain't walkin' now hurr\nI got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr\nTV's urrwhurr wood grain to sturr\nI don't curr, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr\n10 and a half in the Air force One's, give me two purr ugh\nI'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang\nOne rapper, two rings and three chains\n\nNothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses\nSaddle up and put spurs on my Air force's\nBack porches made for hide and go seek\nWe got space out here, we can ride and chief\nAin't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us\nBy the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up\nAnd my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark\nSt. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch\n\nMy dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle\nLove homies vocal coats with matchin' cargos\nWe racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go\nGranny be like, \"Ay, ya ya\" like Ricky Ricardo\nI know you wanna know why we do what we do\nYou cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue\nBrand new 22's on new UP's\nWith one, two, three, four, five TV's\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my Cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nI'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme\nWaitin' on my connect to deliver that good line\nWish I would find, one seed in my weed\nSticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed\nPull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen\nTwo stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken\nHidin' in the back with the po' po'\nStickin' my do' do', man they some ho' hoo's\n\nThey put the gun to my earr\nYou know the law don't fear\nNann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\nThey had me face down in the skreet\nErrbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\nAnd leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\nAnd that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\nGon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\nBeat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nAnd ain't got a clue\n(Ain't got a clue)\nWhy my cutlass blue\nAnd I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\nIt's a Midwest swang y'all\nAin't gotta trip\n(Ain't gotta trip)\nWhile we swing and dip\n'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nIt's a Midwest thang y'all\nIt's a Midwest thang","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[00:03.05] And ain't got a clue\n[00:05.04] (Ain't got a clue)\n[00:06.19] Why my cutlass blue\n[00:08.14] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[00:10.11] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[00:14.29] Ain't gotta trip\n[00:15.25] (Ain't gotta trip)\n[00:16.23] While we swing and dip\n[00:17.22] 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[00:20.24] What you think, we live on a farm? 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hoo's\n[03:22.93] They put the gun to my ear\n[03:24.99] You know the law don't fear\n[03:25.98] Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear\n[03:27.97] They had me face down in the skreet\n[03:29.95] E'rybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\n[03:32.00] And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\n[03:35.03] And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\n[03:38.04] Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\n[03:41.06] Beat the K, fuck Coke, now I'm back on my granny poche hustlin'\n[03:43.09] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[03:46.18] And it ain't got a clue (it ain't got a clue)\n[03:49.10] Why my cutlass blue\n[03:51.19] And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too\n[03:53.16] It's a Midwest swang y'all\n[03:55.14] It ain't gotta trip (it ain't gotta trip)\n[03:59.29] While we swing and dip\n[04:02.29] 'Cause we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip\n[04:03.23] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[04:13.30] It's a Midwest thang y'all\n[04:23.36] It's a Midwest 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a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)\n While we swing and dip\n 'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip\n It's a Midwest thang\n What you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real!\n We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's\n Got a green S-Class, ain't broke the door seal\n Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel\n This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill\n Five and counting, dirty six at will\n Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide\n I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9\n I hear 'em crying, \"You gon' sell out?\" Ya damn right!\n I done sold out before and re-comped the same night\n Straight hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight\n Dunkin' without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty\n I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight\n Carats in one ring, heavily starched jeans\n Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe\n In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay\n It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)\n Why my Cutlass blue\n And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too\n It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)\n While we swing and dip\n 'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip\n It's a Midwest thang\n I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick\n Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit\n Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic\n Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' chick\n Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pooky of the backyard\n All colors and all types like a junkyard\n Hot young boy with hot young ways\n 'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three days\n You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr\n Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere\n I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air\n TV's everywhere wood grain to steer (stare)\n I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair\n Ten and a half in them Airforce 1's, gimme two pair ugh\n I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang\n One rapper, two rings and three chains\n Me and Murph' some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses\n Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's\n Back porches made for hide and go seek\n We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief\n Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us\n By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up\n And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark\n The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch\n My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle\n Love, on me Vokal coats with matchin' cargo\n We racin' down Skinker, see how fast our car go\n Granny be like \"Ay-yi-yi\" like Ricky Ricardo\n I know you wanna know why we do what we do\n You cats ain't got a clue why the Cutlass blue\n Brand new twenty-two's on new UV's\n With one, two, three, four, five TV's\n It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)\n Why my Cutlass blue\n And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too\n It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)\n While we swing and dip\n 'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip\n It's a Midwest thang\n I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme\n Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line\n Wish I would find, one seed in my weed\n Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed\n Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen\n Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken\n Hidin' in the back was the popos\n Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho ho's\n They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear\n Nann nigga, nann ho, let's keep that bullshit clear\n They had me face down in the skreet\n Errbody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat\n And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet\n And that, pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps\n Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD\n Beat the case, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'\n It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)\n Why my Cutlass blue\n And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too\n It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)\n While we swing and dip\n 'Cause we keep that thang on our muh'fuckin hip\n It's a Midwest thang y'all\n It's a Midwest swang, y'all\n It's a Midwest thang\n"}]