I wanna be, I service you with a smirk, I don't be, show you the way like a fly! I wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice! I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks! 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who wants to to leave? Me first! Smelling like a platypus like a hippo, See the girls as soon as I step out the limo. Just we share the same mic don't mean you nice either, any shirt can be a wife beater. There go Prof on 'em again. a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in. Take 'em to the dollar or bar with the friends, be callin' again, you can call it a win! All I do is do it, in my Buick, get the ... like, oh I'll do it! I grab a couple of bars, I'm living with a full, Everybody are together now, the whistle.
[Mr. Gene It's official, I've been made of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's career on Casio, Control your battle and fly you off the patio, wants money off the microphone, So they can just...and drop a Viper on chrome. But I'm the beats or the trashiest, I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for world lyricism, Be glad your chick is blast in this in her system! She loves rock hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement. This year the flash six point five, Head appear we're making this joint live And once again my man. Now some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a of fresh air, Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, Just thought I take a second to my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks. Ride through my hood entertaining sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to it like a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), what you know about I'm so bad, like a parent mommy with her hair all did, But her kids is sloppy! You can't me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to catch the ... It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to my weight up, It's bigger than your block homeboy, so throw state up.
Came up the way and put my name up, Now why would wanna hate slug? up, your fake heart pump snake blood! Fuck you and the you take up! My eyes are red cause my life in I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread! Boast and brag my toe gets tagged, Old men swagger a grocery bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, Couple more make you feel you're holding down floor! You ain't a whore, cause they money, You're just a bum with DNA on your tummy. Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir rap career! Now I walk into the with the grace of a John Deer, And you're face got weird!
I don't wanna be, I service you a smirk, I don't wanna be, you the way like a fly! I don't be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't wanna be, they me Minnesota Nice!