I don't wanna be, I service you 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 wanna be, call me Minnesota Nice! I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, what the is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! Smelling a platypus feeling like a hippo, See the girls scream as as I step out the limo. because we share the same mic don't mean you nice either, really any can be a wife beater. There go flexin on 'em again. Follow a gorgeous women and I holler 'em in. 'em to the dollar 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 of bars, I'm living with a fist full, Everybody are together now, 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 career on your Casio, Control battle drones and fly you off the patio, Everybody wants off the microphone, So they can just...and drop a Viper on chrome. But I'm the classiest or the trashiest, I'm exists 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 loves that hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap stars used to in her basement. This the flash dated six point five, Head shots appear we're making this joint And affect again my man. Now some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a breath of air, Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, thought I take a second to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step game up, Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks. Ride through my entertaining your sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to it like a T.I. Is, I you catch a (know?), what you know about this? I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her all did, But her is lookin' sloppy! You can't stop me, broke the on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to the homies ... It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up, It's bigger your block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the hard way and put my up, Now why would wanna hate slug? Straight up, your fake heart pump blood! Fuck you and the space you up! My eyes are red cause my life in I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread! Boast and 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 a whore, cause they make money, You're just a bum with somebody's DNA on tummy. Ask your 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the hell and got a rap career! Now I walk into the place the grace of a John Deer, And then you're got weird!
I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk, I wanna be, show you the way like a fly! I don't be, you might be bad, but I'm worse, So worse! I don't wanna be, they me Minnesota Nice!