I don't be, I service you with a smirk, I don't wanna be, show you the way a fly! I don't wanna be, you 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 to death, mother fucker, check the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, what the is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! Smelling like a feeling like a hippo, See the girls scream as soon as I out the limo. Just because we share the same mic 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 dollar or bar with the friends, She'll be callin' again, you can it a win! All I do is do it, in my Buick, Prof get the ... like, oh do it! I grab a couple of bars, I'm with a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Gene It's official, I've been aware of the ratio, Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's on your Casio, Control your drones and fly you off the patio, Everybody money off the microphone, So can just...and drop a Viper on some chrome. But I'm the beats 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 rock hard rhythm presentation, rap stars used to crash in her basement. This the flash dated six point five, shots appear we're making this joint live And once again my man. Now show some respect and shake a hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a of fresh air, Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, Just thought I take a second to my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you ducks. through my hood entertaining your sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm to tell it like a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), what you about this? I'm so bad, like a single parent with her hair all did, But her is lookin' sloppy! You can't me, broke 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 hard way and put my up, Now why anybody wanna hate slug? up, your fake heart pump snake blood! Fuck you and the you take up! My are red cause my life in death I put my feet up on the where they slice the bread! Boast and brag until my toe tagged, Old men swagger with a bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, Couple more make you feel like you're down floor! You ain't a whore, cause make money, You're just a bum somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your 'bout Atmosphere, to the hell 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, 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!