I don't wanna be, I service you a smirk, I wanna be, show you the way like a fly! I don't wanna be, you be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't be, they call me Minnesota Nice! I don't be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, what the is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who to volunteer to leave? Me first! Smelling like a platypus like a hippo, See the girls scream as as I step out the limo. Just because we share the same mic don't you nice either, really any can be a wife beater. go Prof flexin on 'em again. Follow a couple women and I holler 'em in. Take 'em to the store 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 of bars, I'm living with a fist full, are together now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Gene official, I've been made aware of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a career on your Casio, your battle drones and fly you off the patio, Everybody money off the microphone, So they can just...and drop a on some chrome. But I'm the classiest or the trashiest, I'm exists on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism, Be glad that your is blast in this in her system! She loves that hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap stars used to in her basement. year the flash dated six point five, Head shots appear we're making this live And affect again my man. Now some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air, Sexy mother fucker that long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, thought I take a second to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you ducks. Ride through my entertaining your 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 this? I'm so bad, like a single mommy with her hair all did, But her is lookin' sloppy! You can't stop me, the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to the homies ... It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up, bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your 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 space you up! My eyes are red cause my in death I put my feet up on the table where slice the bread! Boast and until my toe gets tagged, Old men with a grocery bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, Couple more you feel like you're holding down floor! You ain't a whore, they make money, You're just a bum somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your peers Atmosphere, Went to the hell and got a rap career! Now I walk into the place with the grace of a Deer, And then face got weird!
I don't be, I service you with 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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice!