I wanna be, I service you with a smirk, I don't wanna be, show you the way a fly! I wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't wanna be, call me Minnesota Nice! I don't wanna be, I'm fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, the lesson is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to 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 mic don't mean 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, She'll be callin' again, you can 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 a fist full, Everybody are now, blow 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 career on your Casio, Control your battle and fly you off the patio, Everybody wants off the microphone, So they can just...and drop a on some chrome. But I'm the classiest or the trashiest, I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism, Be glad your chick is blast in this in her system! She loves that hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement. This the flash dated six point five, Head shots appear we're making this live And affect once my man. Now show some and shake a gentleman's hand.
[Felipe Ah, I'm like a breath of air, mother fucker with that long ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, Just thought I take a to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, when I'm out you lame ducks. through my hood entertaining your sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to tell it a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), you know about this? I'm so bad, like a single parent with her hair all did, But her kids is sloppy! You stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, fast, try to catch the homies ... It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up, It's than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the way and put my name up, Now why would anybody wanna hate Straight up, your fake heart snake blood! you and the space you take up! My eyes are red cause my life in I put my feet up on the table where slice the bread! Boast and until my toe gets tagged, Old men swagger a grocery bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, more make you feel like you're holding down floor! You ain't a whore, cause they money, You're a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your peers Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir rap career! Now I walk the place with the grace of a John Deer, And then face got weird!
I wanna be, I service you with a smirk, I don't wanna be, show you the way a fly! I don't be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!