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[Intro] Wyshmaster [Chorus] We ready, you know It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O If you ready, let's go It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O We gon' make you hit the floor [Verse 1: City Spud] Ayo, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone on my brain I done bought the bar once and I'm 'bout to buy it again You some rich, I'm rich, I'm 'bout to make it rain It's Derrty E-N-T, so you know my dough insane Ayo, I'm flier than a whistle, get higher than a missile I am smoother than tissue when I gotta blow the whistle So, that place that you rode, don't think he even with you 'Cause I'm drunker than a motherfucker, shots of patron Got me drunker than a motherfucker, need to be at home But I'm still in the club, bottle full of bub' They yelling "What's up?", so I'm yelling "What's up?" And niggas, they know the meal, bitches, they know I'm real That's why they let me cut it, they swear City the deal Ooh, little mama sexy; Ooh, little mama right Ooh, little mama bad, I'm leaving with her tonight [Verse 2: Kyjuan] I ain't grow up flat broke with no pot to piss in Now I'm nice and rich, huh, four pots to piss in Six beds to sleep in and I bought a thousand or so Give or take sneakers so I can slip my feet in Hats from the [?], jeans so european End up in a spot that you will never be in Valet pronto, get in pronto Four bottles of wine, yes, I'm the head honcho Rap blowing poncho, it's raining with hatred My game is sacred, I'm a St. Louis patriot When I say I'm high, that don't always mean I smoke it It could mean I'm fly like a St. Louis quatro-bird [Verse 3: Nelly] Let me in your soul, yeah, you can count the worth That's Nike going platinum every year since it's my birth I know you niggas heard, because I did it first You think that I'm gon' stop right now, the way it gets worse They say money in a horse and my stash is proper See, I ain't gotta see ya, I pay your man to knock ya I pay your man to stop ya, you think that you with her Goddamn, I pay that bitch to drop ya Got my heart from the north side, game from you, City Dope boy saucy with a splash of that gritty Now you can search a Renee and you ain't gon' find Min-ayy I put that on Obama, nigga, I just got it in me [Chorus] We ready, you know It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O If you ready, let's go It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O We gon' make you hit the floor [Post-Chorus] Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit the floor We gon' make it hit the floor Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na We gon' make it hit the floor [Verse 4: Ali] We back like a Vertebrate, St. Louis Where they proud of they murder rate Heavy Starch, Midwest in my heart I play a safe, great chiefer, I'ma handle on my thirty-eight Yeah, I'm out the bag, sometimes I ran, sometimes I'm sad Sometimes I ran, sometimes I'm mad, sometimes I'm been Coupe, sometimes I jag, you see me and I'ma yell it all night Where you from? Where I'm from, north side The lane, eighty-eight and I'ma always rep the city City player, if you ain't know, check me out, I'm in graffiti sand [Verse 5: Murphy Lee] Will Bill Gates please put me on this roster? The way I win dough and the way I Macintosh it St. Louis roster, with more golds than soccer Too many pussy hole informers, Lunatic imposters Should've been a doctor, country singer or rocker Instead of running-up and all these daughters and mamas They tell me do the thang, Murphy Lee, you the mayne Out of town, Country Grammar language, like booty-tang They don't hear me but somebody must be feeling it 'Cause when we in your city, it be packed and we be killing it Camera phones everywhere, baby mamas on me Grabbing on my goods, say how bad they want me The original Midwest individuals who told 'em It was cool to be country, ten milible Plus lyrical times the illest syllables Divide, 'ply as hell equals any woman is gettable [Chorus] We ready, you know It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O If you ready, let's go It's been a long time since we been home Ever since we done came with that "Midwest Swing" Everybody talking 'bout the M-O We gon' make you hit the floor [Post-Chorus] Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor, hit the floor We gon' make it hit the floor Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na We gon' make it hit the floor