I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk, I don't 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, 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 you're really and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to Me first! Smelling like a platypus feeling 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 shirt can be a beater. There go Prof 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, get the ... like, oh I'll do it! I grab a couple of bars, I'm living a fist full, are together now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Gene It's official, I've been made of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's career on Casio, Control battle drones 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 exists on the of Minneapolis. And I'm the for world class lyricism, Be that your chick is blast in this in her system! She loves that rock rhythm presentation, rap stars used to crash in her basement. This year the flash dated six five, Head shots appear we're making joint live And affect again my man. Now show some and shake a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a of fresh air, Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair. I didn't to be tasteless, Just I take a second to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step game up, Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you ducks. Ride through my hood entertaining sister, Bass old school (solberry kickers?) I'm to tell it like a T.I. Is, I hope you a (know?), what you know about this? I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her all did, But her kids is sloppy! You can't me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to catch the ... It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to my weight up, It's bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your up.
Came up the hard way and put my up, Now why would anybody wanna hate Straight up, your fake heart snake blood! you and the space you take up! My are red cause my life in death I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread! Boast and brag my toe gets tagged, Old men with a grocery bag! I go one for the road, two for the encore, Couple make you feel like you're holding down floor! You ain't a whore, they make money, just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your peers Atmosphere, Went to the hell and got a rap career! Now I walk into the place with the of a John Deer, And then you're got weird!
I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk, I don't wanna be, 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!