I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk, I don't be, show you the way like 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 to death, mother fucker, check the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, what the is. Man you're really and she is worse, Who wants to to leave? Me first! Smelling like a platypus feeling a hippo, See the girls scream as as I step out the limo. Just we share the same mic don't mean you nice either, really any can be a wife beater. There go Prof on 'em again. Follow a couple gorgeous women and I 'em in. Take 'em to the store or bar with the friends, She'll be again, you can call 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 together now, the whistle.
[Mr. Poole] It's official, I've made aware of the ratio, Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's 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 planet on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for world lyricism, Be that your chick is blast in this in her system! She that rock hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap used to crash in her basement. This year the flash six point five, Head shots appear making this joint live And affect again my man. Now show some respect and shake a hand.
[Felipe Ah, I'm like a of fresh air, Sexy mother with that long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, Just I take a second to explain my greatness. I'm an of how to step your game up, Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks. Ride through my hood 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 know this? I'm so bad, like a single parent with her hair all did, But her kids is sloppy! You can't stop me, the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to catch the ... 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 anybody wanna hate Straight up, your fake pump snake blood! Fuck you and the space you up! My eyes are red my life in death I put my feet up on the where they 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, Couple make you feel like you're holding down floor! You a whore, cause they make money, You're just a bum somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the hell and got a rap career! Now I into the place with the grace of a John Deer, And you're face got weird!
I don't wanna be, I service you 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 don't wanna be, they call me Nice!