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 wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice! I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks! 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man really ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! Smelling a platypus feeling like a hippo, See the girls scream as soon as I out the limo. Just because we share the same mic don't mean you either, really any can be a wife beater. There go Prof on 'em again. a couple gorgeous 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, Prof get the ... like, oh do it! I grab a of bars, I'm living with a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Gene It's official, I've been made of the ratio, Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's career on 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 beats or the trashiest, I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the for world class lyricism, Be that your chick is blast in this in her system! She that rock 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 once again my man. Now show some respect and a gentleman's hand.
[Felipe Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air, Sexy mother with that long ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, Just thought I take a second to my greatness. I'm an of how to step your game up, Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks. Ride through my entertaining your sister, bumpin old school (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 parent with her hair all did, But her is lookin' sloppy! You stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to the homies ... 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 hard way and put my up, Now why would anybody hate slug? Straight up, your fake heart snake blood! Fuck you and the you take up! My eyes are red my life in death I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread! and brag until my toe gets tagged, Old men swagger with a 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 just a bum somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir rap career! Now I into the place with the grace of a John Deer, And then you're got weird!
I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk, I don't be, show you the way like a fly! I don't wanna be, you be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!