When we touchdown [Chorus] In the Midwest we OK Everybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana Mississippi tenekeys, every mothafuckin' state When we touchdown Go right from the plane to the range When we touchdown On the private plane gettin' brain, till we Touchdown, eh ain't no way to keep 'em quiet Wit T.I. and Shady baby we bout to insight a riot When we touchdown When we get in town, you know how we getting down Pull a cling an hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out I'm livin' what they talkin' bout, shinin' if it dark or not That one hundred D-X double R, you'll find that in the parkin' lot You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone 3 4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, atlanta I'm forever son Still be on whatever coat, grindin' blowin' heavy smoke Him you better tell 'em fo, won't hesitate to let him go They know I put that green light on them haters Keep on tryin' me I'll put that beam right on ya tater (Bow wow wow wow) You don't wanna see T.I.P he irate Try to keep in a cage but some how he keep escapin' That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Islands I be takin' Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin' I ain't fakin' The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin' your mistaken You can find long lines, and all kinds of bitches your way When we touchdown [Chorus] Welcome to the Midwest, yes Where the Detroit players, ball like you have no idea The boy is here Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with the crayons Fuck, I just hit a jogger People lookin' like frogger They hoppin' out the way whenever they see Marshal's car comin' The kids painted my windows with black, permanent marker And left the rest of the car color cover like swirl pops And I got the bass thumpin' but I'm bound to bump into something Kids are flyin' through the air lookin' like they're crumpin', the way they're tumbling I gotta do something But soon as I hit the carwash, to get the tar off Then it's right back at it tomorrow They're like dad, this is in, so get with the trend This is for the pimps, listenin' to MIMS, nail polish on the rims And now it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal when I Touchdown [Chorus] From my arrival, to my departure I guarantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody daughter, ey I still have my way with the ladies across the water Flew from Paris to Haiti, just some shit that I thought of Its ironic kind of shit that we buy man Make us psychotic Threat to corporate America, then why they runnin' from me How could they be so ignorant look at what hip hop den done Its allowed us to run a business, we should of made it our money Got us out the ghettos, relocated our mommies I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me So excuse me Oprah honey I'm sorry really I promise But niggas bitches and hoes do exist I'm just bein' honest But why am I bein' punished why is you so astonished Now I ain't got a degree just intelligence and abundance So you ain't gotta like me I know millions folks that love me Well u can tell how they yellin' and screamin' An waitin' for me When I touchdown [Chorus]