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This page features "Midwest Swing" [with the St. Lunatics] "Country Grammar" "EI" and "Ride Wit Me" "Midwest Swing" [Chorus - Nelly] It's a Midwest thang y'all And 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 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 [Verse 1 - 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 do' seal Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil 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-caught the same night Straight hopped the next flight Too *Icey* for sunlight Dunkin' without Sprite, yea 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 everytime I breathe In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay [Chorus] [Verse 2 - 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' chick Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways Cuz 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 to sturr (stare) I don't curr (care), hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr (hair) 10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, 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 [Verse 3 - Kyjuan] Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's Back porches made for hide and go seek We got space out here, we can ride and cheif 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 St. Louis sportin' the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' cargos We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go Granny be like "Ay, ya ya" 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 22's on new UP's With one, two, three, four, five TV's [Chorus] [Verse 4 [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' Stickin' 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 (street) Errbody (everybody) watchin', thinkin' Ima pull the heat And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet (street) 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 poche (porch) hustlin' [Chorus til fade out] "Country Grammar" Chorus: Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now (Nelly) You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smoking dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, accumulated enough stretch Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome And it's candy painted, fans fainted While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit) So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha I'm from the Lou and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics Chorus 2X (Nelly) Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggas, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now Play by, my rules boo and you gon' stay high May I, answer yo third question like hey I Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town K.C. Motown to Alabama L-A, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana All my niggas wit Country Grammar Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer Chorus 2X (Nelly) Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you niggas quit acting silly, mon My +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly mon 'Specially off Remi, mon, keys to my Beemer, mon Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon Through U-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice niggas Sheist niggas, who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, ice nigga All over close to never sober From broke to havin dough, 'cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah Let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in, we spin now I got money to lend my friends now, we in now Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now Chorus 2X "EI" Uh uh uh uh uh Uh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhh Uh uh Can u hear me out there Lunatics, is y'all ready Let me hear ya Uh ohhhhhhhhh I'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and parasucos (alright) Passadity city with one or two throws I'm droppin outta high school Straight into the pro's, who knows I know That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flow, there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I Busta Ryhme, baby gimme some mo You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back yea thats my very next line I use it time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon and dime I ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit But nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologize Fuck 'em just leave 'em pissed hey Chorus: repeat 2X andele andele mami E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh wuts poppin tonite andele andele mami E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhh If the head right nelly there err night We can gamble to tha break of dawn Money long...nigga Pass up the skirt to talk to tha thong nigga Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga If you aint bout money then best be gone...nigga I'm flashy(uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon in a black SS wit a navagation See tha blunt blaze on, somethin smells amazin I gotta chick rollin up half black and asian Another one pigeon tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers From Phat farm to Iceberg Slim and one shower Get a room in Trump towers just to hit it fo 3 hours Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours (hey) Chorus Then i smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky Watch my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out Whatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll out Come and get me, big faces when they fold out Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when I the dough ouuuuuut Then I slide up in an esclade me and E gettin solid like the ice capades From heat, frosty, rodger rabbit n bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummys If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see i got more Karats than aisle d More bread than aisle g, you can bag and scan me Sure like Al B, meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey ) Chorus "Ride Wit Me"
I want to thank Megan for her help with these lyrics! Keep thuggin' girl. |
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