- Parov Stelar Libella Swing 歌詞
- Parov Stelar
- Its a Midwest thang, yall and they aint got a clue
(They aint got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh****er too
Its a Midwest swang, yall and they aint gotta trip
(They aint gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh****in hip, its a Midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benzs Rovers and Jags, Hummers and Devilles
Got a green S Class, aint broke the door seal
Shit aint 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
Ill be on my third Bentley by the time Im 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
Im from the Show-Me State, show me seven, Ill 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
Its a Midwest thang, yall and they aint got a clue
( They aint got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh****er too
Its a Midwest swang, yall and they aint gotta trip
(Theyaint gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh****in hip, its a Midwest thang
I sport my beeper on my boots thats why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe its on my lips, its 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, Im 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 aint from round here
Probably couldnt tell cause I aint walkin nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TVs everywhere wood grain to stare
I dont care, hell naw I aint cuttin my hair
To the half in them Air force 1s, give me two pair, ugh
Im 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 forces
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out here, we can ride and chief
Aint 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 dirtys 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 aint got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-twos on new UPs
With one, two, three, four, five TVs
Its a Midwest thang, yall and they aint got a clue
(They aint got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh****er too
Its a Midwest swang, yall and they aint gotta trip
(They aint gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh****in hip, its a Midwest thang
Im 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 dodo, man they some ho hos
They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord dont fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, lets keep that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the skreet
Everybody watchin, thinkin Ima 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, **** coke, now Im back on my granny porch hustlin
Its a Midwest thang, yall and they aint got a clue
(They aint got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh****er too
Its a Midwest swang, yall and they aint gotta trip
(They aint gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh****in hip, its a Midwest thang
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