I wanna be, I service 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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice! I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks! 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man you're really and she is worse, Who wants to to leave? Me first! Smelling like a platypus like a hippo, See the girls as soon as I step out the limo. Just because we share the same mic don't mean you either, really any can be a wife beater. There go flexin on 'em again. Follow a gorgeous women and I holler 'em in. Take 'em to the dollar 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 a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Gene 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, wants 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 blast in in her system! She loves that rock rhythm presentation, rap stars used to crash in her basement. This year the dated six point five, Head shots we're making this joint live And affect once my man. Now show some respect and a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air, Sexy mother fucker that long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, thought I take a second to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step game up, Aim up, when I'm out you lame ducks. Ride through my hood entertaining sister, bumpin old school (solberry kickers?) I'm to tell it like a T.I. Is, I hope you catch a (know?), you know about this? I'm so bad, like a single mommy with her hair all did, But her is lookin' sloppy! You stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, Moving fast, try to the homies ... It's heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up, It's bigger than block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the way and put my name up, Now why would anybody hate slug? Straight up, your fake pump snake blood! you and the space 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 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 ain't a whore, cause they money, You're just a bum with DNA on your tummy. Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir rap career! Now I walk into the place with the of a John Deer, And then face got weird!
I wanna be, I service 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 don't wanna be, they call me Nice!