I wanna 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 don't wanna be, they call me Nice! I don't be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, the lesson is. Man really ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! Smelling like a feeling like a hippo, See the girls scream as as I step out the limo. Just because we share the same mic mean you nice either, really any can be a wife beater. There go flexin on 'em again. Follow a couple gorgeous women and I 'em in. Take 'em to the dollar store or bar 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 with a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Poole] It's official, I've been made of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The of a man's career on your Casio, Control your battle 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 classiest or the trashiest, I'm planet exists on the of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism, Be glad that your chick is in this in her system! She that rock hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap used to crash in her basement. year the flash dated six point five, Head shots appear we're making this live And affect again my man. Now show some respect and a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a breath of air, Sexy mother fucker 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 huntin' you ducks. through my hood entertaining your sister, Bass old school (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to it like 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 is lookin' sloppy! You can't stop me, broke the on this Chevy, fast, try to catch the homies ... It's heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up, It's bigger your block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the way and put my name up, Now why would anybody wanna hate 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 up on the table where they slice the bread! and brag until 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 like you're holding floor! You ain't a whore, cause they money, You're a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the hell and got a rap career! Now I walk into the with the grace of a John Deer, And then you're got weird!
I don't be, I service you with 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!