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 me Minnesota Nice! I don't be, I'm staying fresh,
I'm stayin to death, mother fucker, check the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, 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 scream as soon 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. a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in. Take 'em to the dollar or bar with the friends, She'll be callin' again, you can 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 with a fist full, Everybody are now, blow the whistle.
[Mr. Poole] It's official, I've been aware of the ratio, Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio. The soul of a man's career on Casio, your battle drones and fly you off the patio, Everybody wants off the microphone, So can just...and drop a Viper on some chrome. But I'm the beats or the trashiest, I'm exists on the streets of Minneapolis. And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism, Be glad that chick is blast in this in her system! She loves that hard rhythm presentation, Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement. This year the flash dated six five, Head shots appear we're making this live And affect again my man. Now show some and shake a gentleman's hand.
Cuauhtli] Ah, I'm like a breath of air, mother fucker with that long ass hair. I mean to be tasteless, Just thought I a second to explain my greatness. I'm an example of how to step your up, Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks. Ride through my hood your sister, bumpin old school (solberry kickers?) I'm trying to it like 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 stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy, fast, try to catch the homies ... It's heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up, It's than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.
Came up the way and put my name up, Now why would wanna hate slug? Straight up, 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 where they slice the bread! and brag until my toe gets tagged, Old men with a grocery 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, just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy. Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere, Went to the and got a souvenir rap career! Now I into the place with the grace of a John Deer, And you're face got weird!
I wanna be, I service 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 don't wanna be, they call me Nice!