Midwest Swing [In the Style of St. Lunatics] (Karaoke Lead Vocal Version)-The Karaoke Channel

歌手 : The Karaoke Channel

专辑 : The Karaoke Channel - The Best Of R&B/Hip-Hop Vol. - 42

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:16

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TXT Midwest Swing [In the Style of St. Lunatics] (Karaoke Lead Vocal Version)-The Karaoke Channel 文本歌词

It's a Midwest thang y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'f**ker too

It's a Midwest swang y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'f**kin' hip it's a Midwest thang

Ni**a 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

Sh*t ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel

This sh*t 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 Bentley 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 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 ay

It's a Midwest thang y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'f**ker too

It's a Midwest swang y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'f**kin' hip it's a Midwest thang

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' sh*t

Keep a quarter of some sh*t I'm the pooky of the backyard

All colors and all types like a junkyard

Hot young boy with hot 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 here

Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere

I got a old-school Cutlass with a hole in the air

TV's everywhere wood grain to stare

I don't care hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair

To the half in them Air force 1's give me two pair ugh

I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang

One rapper two rings and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 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 smoked it up

And my eyes be red my lips a lil' dark

The Lou is more than the Rams Cards and lil' Arch

My dirty's love to spark and love to sparkle

Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car doors

We racin' down Skinker see how fast our car go

Granny be 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 UP's

With one two three four five TV's

It's a Midwest thang y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'f**ker too

It's a Midwest swang y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'f**kin' hip it's a Midwest thang

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 w**d

Sticks and sh*t 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' ho's

They put the gun to my ear you know the Lord don't fear

Nann ni**a nann hoe let's keep that b******t clear

They had me face down in the skreet

Everybody watchin' thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet

And that p**sy a** ni**a that set me up my peeps

Gon' give it to this ni**a like NYPD

Beat the K f**k coke now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'f**ker too

It's a Midwest swang y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'f**kin' hip it's a Midwest thang y'all

It's a Midwest thang

Midwest Swing (Radio Version) (In the Style of St Lunatics) Karaoke Lead Vocal Version - St Lunatics