Midwest Swing St. Lunatics (Ft. Nelly)

[Hook]
It's a Midwest thang, y'all - and 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
While we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin hip
It's a Midwest thang

[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 door seal
Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel
This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and counting, 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 crying, "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 dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight
Carats in one ring, heavily starched jeans
Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay