Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Explosion , by - Stevie Stone. Song from the album The New Kid Comin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.09.2009
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Midwest Explosion |
| Tech N9ne, baby |
| Big Stone, baby |
| Fly Moves, baby |
| 'Bout to do it like this, c’mon! |
| Bitch, you better bow down, we on call (Yeah!) |
| Got the beat bangin' and bangin' the most wild (Yeah!) |
| I got Tecca Ninna gettin through the plow (Yeah!) |
| Said I’m a dawg (Yeah!), yeah I’m a dawg (Yeah! Huh!) |
| Midwest Midwest (Yesss!) |
| Head get ta bobbin' when you’re rocking with the best (with the best) |
| Midwest Midwest (Yesss!) |
| Spread to the east, north, south and the west (and the rest) |
| Midwest explosion ('splosion) |
| Midwest explosion |
| Born in the middle where them haters can’t hold 'em |
| Said I explode, I’m hungry, I’m on top |
| Get them a little quickness |
| When I’m ripping I’m giving the game lock |
| Can I get a witness? |
| I’m equipped with a gift, I’m away on top |
| Take a picture nigga (rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin') |
| Give me some room, I’m in tune |
| I got groove, I bloom if you’re from January to June |
| I’m a beast, sayin' none of the least (The least!) |
| With Tecca Ninna riding with me, lotta hatin ceased (Ahaah!) |
| They got me on my leash |
| (Huh!) I’m about the clown, it’s goin' down |
| I’mma blow up the town, I’m in and out, just lay it down (Aaahaaah!) |
| I’m a dumb rhyme Himmi scrape my nouns and pronouns |
| God Dammit so panic, I’m a little child but I’m so loud! |
| (So loud!) |
| You don’t really wanna come round here and flex with them niggas |
| It’s Stevie Stone, Tecca Nina put a hex on ya nigga (uh huuuuh!) |
| Best believe it, I got that potion (that potion) |
| Ya hear me on ya airwaves, causing some commotion! |
| Tecca N9na the cleaner, bus' it like none other can (cha!) |
| «Mizery» niggas countrier than Banjo & Sullivan (cha!) |
| Salt-n-Pepa beezys they see me and scream «Whatta Man!» |
| Never love her but I cut her, she stutter like dug-dudda man?(cha!) |
| Hang loose and gritted (cha!) |
| (Robotic:) Strange Music did it! |
| (cha!) |
| Bang through the shitted |
| With that Strange Music fitted |
| Gangs swang to the critics (cha!) |
| 'Mane when you get it |
| It’s gone 'cause N9na and Stone done shamed you and spitted |
| I’m nasty (cha!), wacky, sex in the back of the tour bus |
| Saucy, bossy, ice and Cognac in a Coors cup (cha!) |
| Bianc’s on my back 'cause I’m stacking E. Pluribus |
| Juicy, won’t open her mouth with me baby sure sucks! |
| (cha! cha!) |
| (yeah!) And if they beefin' it’s never me (cha!) |
| But I never wanna get up in a face of a killer 'cause y’all know my pedigree |
| (cha!) |
| I bus' 'til they pussing and don’t call me cousin, better let it be (cha!) |
| You can find Stone, Tech N9ne along I-70, Midwest nigga! |
| (cha!) |
| Midwest Explosion ('splosion) |