[Chorus: Nelly]. It's a Midwest thang y'all - and they 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 - and they ain't gotta trip. (Ain't gotta trip) while we swing and dip (Ay ay ay ay ay). Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip. [Nelly]. 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. million 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 girl. I'm from the Show-Me State show me seven I'll show you eight. Karats in one ring heavily starched jeans. Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe. In the city I touch down and I bob and weave ay. [Chorus]. [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' chic. Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit I'm the Pooky of the backyard. All colors and all types like a junkyard. high young boy with high 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 that I sturr (stare). gone girl hell naw I ain't cuttin my hurr (hair). 101/2 in them Airforce 1's give me two purr (pair) ugh. I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang. One rapper two rings and three chains. [Kyjuan]. Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses. Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's. Back porches made for hide and go seek. We got space out hurr we can ride a chief. Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us. By the time they catchin' up we smoked it up. And my eyes be red my lips a lil' dark. The Lou is more than the Rims Cars and lil' Arch. My dirty's love this park and love to sparkle. Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' car do's (doors). We racin down street to see how fast our car go. Granny like "Ay-yi-yi" 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 twenty-two's on new UVs. With one two three four five TV's. ooooweee. [Chorus]. [Big Lee A.K.A. Ali]. I'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'. kicked in my do'do' man they some ho' hooo's. They put the gun to my earr you know the Lord don't fear. Nann nigga nann hoe let's keep that bullshit clearr. 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 porch hustlin. [Chorus] - repeat to fade.