St. Lunatics Testo

[Chorus: Nelly] It's a Midwest thang, y'all - and they 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 - and they 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 [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 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 Bubbin 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] [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' shit Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, 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 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 that I sturr (stare) I don't curr (care), hell naw I ain't cuttin my hurr (hair) 101/2 in them Airforce 1's, 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 [Kyjuan] Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's Back porches made for hide and go seek We got space out hurr, we can ride a jeep 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 this part, and love to spark Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' car do's (doors) We racin down Sneaker, 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 UVs With one, two, three, four, five TV's [Chorus] [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' kicked in 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 clear.They had me face down in the skreet Errbody 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 [Chorus] - repeat to fade