Indiana's song!

(Chorus 1)
Indiana...has lots of farming
Indiana...has marijuany
In the citaaay of Indy
In the citaaay of good Fort Knox
In the citaaay, the city of Fort Wayne
We all insane! We got no brains!

(S.T.G.)
Now let me welcome everybody to the mild mid-west
A place that's remarkable like good ole' Aunt Bess,
Race tracks, guys who are dumb, getting drunk like the next,
Pack a cup for your Jimmy in the city that's hexed.
We in that cold wind state with a craving for meat
The state where ya never find the farm land empty
Potheads be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean cocaine-breaking-machines servin me.
I been in the state for 5 years makin song tunes
Ever since honkies was wearin whacked shoes,
Now it's '02 and they clock me and watch me
Denim blue jeans lookin like I painted the whole Sistine,
It's all good, from Warsaw to Fort Wayne,
Your city is tha bomb, if your making Mary Jane
Throw up a pitchfork if ya feel the same way
G puttin it down for
Indiana today,

Indiana...has lots of farming
Indiana...has marijuany
In the citaaay of Indy
In the citaaay of good Fort Knox
In the citaaay, the city of Fort Wayne
We all insane! We got no brains!

(Chorus 2)
Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it, DarkJon
Plow the fields today,
Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it Plow it plow it...


(BLO-TOWN)
On sale coming through the mail, the stuff I'm fiendin'
Before I take a puff of my weed, I'm hearin' Hoosiers screaming,
Lookin' for crops to grow tall,
The life of a mild west playa and I get high and my bong's tall.
Only Indy, where they race not pace, it's NASCAR or die.
In Indy they like Fords and Chevys (That's right)
Dressed in pants and cowbo botts and plow is what they do,
Ridin' with much caution, don't want to plow there special fruits.
Famous for the flatlands,
Worldwid, sendin' chicken from the mean streets to the rich clans,
Plowin' and pickin' like a slave man,
It's hightimes, like I'm stumbling to a drunk in a slow jam,
Say what you say,
Pacers 'bout to rock the NBA,
The real O'Neal don't need no help, no Kobe
We puffing and smoking,
This real life and we ain't joking,
Indy is where they got it jumping,
Show ya' love.


Indiana...has lots of farming
Indiana...has marijuany
In the citaaay of Indy
In the citaaay of good Fort Knox
In the citaaay, the city of Fort Wayne
We all insane! We got no brains!

(S.T.G.)
Now plow it now...

Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it, DarkJon
Plow the fields today,
Plow it plow it, Blo-town
Plow it plow it Plow it plow it...


(S.T.G.)
uh, yeah, uh, Gary in the house, uh yeah
Hammond, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Kok'mo,
(BLO-TOWN) hey, you know VA is up in this
Falls Church, where you at
yeah, Indy Colts, even Colts tearing it up
Ain't even from Indy and rhymin' this piece baby
New Haven, Fort Wayne where ya at? yeah

(S.T.G.)
Plow the ground now, till the ground, do it now
Let's show these nerds how we do this on that hick side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side

yeah, That's right
Midwest, midwest
This Indiana's song,
Indiana's song.