I don't wanna be, I service you 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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice! I don't wanna be, I'm fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks! 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man you're ugly and she is worse, Who to volunteer to leave? Me first! like 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, any shirt can be a wife beater. There go flexin on 'em again. Follow a 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 couple of bars, I'm living a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Poole] official, I've been made aware of the ratio, Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio. The of a man's career on your Casio, Control 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 exists on the of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism, Be that your chick is blast in this in her system! She loves that rock hard presentation, Fallen rap stars used to in her basement. This year the dated six point five, Head shots appear making this joint live And affect once my man. Now show some respect and shake a hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air, Sexy fucker with that long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, Just thought I take a to explain my greatness. I'm an of how to step your game up, Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you ducks. Ride through my hood entertaining sister, Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to tell it a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), what you know this? I'm so bad, like a parent mommy with her hair 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 homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the hard way and put my up, Now why would anybody hate slug? 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 feet up on the table where slice the bread! Boast and brag until my toe 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, You're a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask your 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir 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 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 wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!