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'fucker 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'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang      Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, 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 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'fucker 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'fuckin' 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' shit      Keep a quarter of some shit, 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'fucker 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'fuckin' 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 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' ho's      They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear   Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit 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 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'      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'fucker 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'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang