Song: Midwest Swing ~~ 2001 ~~ 4:35
Artist: St. Lunatics
LP/CD: Free City ~~ Universal ~~ 2001
Composer: Jason Epperson

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 motherf***er 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 motherf***in’ hip

It’s a Midwest thang

Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
What you think we live on a farm, n****, be for real
We got Benz, Rovers and Jags, Hummers and DeVilles
Got a green S Class, ain’t broke the door seal
S*** ain’t been the same since I signed Fo’ Reel
This s*** got ill when I hit 4 mill
5 and countin’, dirty 6 at will
Did 7 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” you damn right
I done sold out before and recopped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too icy for sunlight
Dunkin’ without Sprite, yeah, you heard me dirty
I’m from the Show-Me State, you show me 7, I’ll show you 8
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, ey

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 motherf***er 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 motherf***in’ 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 d***, other half in your chick
Keep a quarter of some s***, 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, nah, I ain’t cuttin’ my hair
Ten and a half in them Airforce 1s, gimme two pair, ugh
I’m from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang
One rapper, two rings and three chains

We ain’t nothin’ but country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforces
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 little dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and little arch
My dirty’s love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies vocab, coats with matchin’ car door
We racin’ down Sneaker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like “Aye-yi-yi” like Ricky Ricardo
I know you wanna know why we do what we do
And you cats ain’t got a clue why the Cutlass blue
Brand new 22s on new UPs
With 1-2-3-4-5 TVs

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 motherf***er 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 motherf***in’ 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 s***, if I do somebody bleed
Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin’ some blunts and Heineken
Hidin’ in the back was the po-pos
Kicked in my door-door, man (They some ho-hos)
And put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don’t fear
Nann n****, nann h**, let’s keep that bulls*** clear
They had me face down indiscreet
Everybody watchin’, thinkin’ I’mma pull the heat
And leave the D’tects with a leak in the street
And that p**** a** n**** that set me up, my peeps
Gon’ give it to this n**** like NYPD
Beat the K, f*** 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 motherf***er 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 motherf***in’ hip

It’s a Midwest thang, y’all

It’s a Midwest thang, y’all
It’s a Midwest thang

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: November 4, 2001