Minnesota Nice

[Hook]

I don’t wanna be

I service you with a smirk (I smirk)

I don’t wanna be

Shoo you away like a fly (shoo fly)

I don’t wanna be

You might be bad but I’m worse (I'm so worse)

I don’t wanna be

They call me "Minnesota Nice"

I don’t wanna be

[Verse 1: Prof]

I’m staying phresh to death mother fucker, check the kicks

Pimpin' 101 homes, what the lesson is

Man you’re real ugly, and she's worse

Who wants to volunteer to leave, me first

Smelling like a platypus

Feeling like a hippo

See the girls scream soon as I step out the limo

And just because we shared the same mic don't mean you're nice either

Really any shirt can be a wife beater

There go Prof flexin' on 'em again

Follow couple gorgeous women an I'll holla 'em in

Haul um/take um to the dollar store, the bar with the friends

She'll be calling again, you can call it a win

All I do is do it, flossing in my Buick

Prof get the club bug like, Ole, do it!

I grab a couple of bars, I’m living with the fist full

Everybody all together now, blow the whistle

[Verse 2: Mr. Gene Poole]

It’s official, I’ve been made aware of the ratio

Now all I care about is gears and fellatio

The soul of a man’s career on your Casio

Control your battle drones and fly you off the patio

Everybody wants money off the microphone

So they can just cronie, and drop a Viper on some chrome

But I’m the classiest beast of the trashiest

My planet exists in the streets of Minneapolis

And I’m the catalyst for world class lyricism

Be glad your chick is blastin' this in her system

She loves that rock hard rhythm presentation

Fallen rap stars used to crash in her basement

This year the flash dated six point five

Head shots up here; we’re making this joint live

And affect once again my man

Now show some respect and shake gentleman’s hand

[Verse 3: Felipe Cuauhtli]

Ahhh, I’m like a breath of fresh air

Sexy muhfucka with the long-ass hair

I didn’t mean to be tasteless

Just thought I take a second to explain my greatness

I’m an example of how to step your game up

Aim up, when I'm out hunting you lame ducks

Ride through my hood entertaining your sister

Bass bumping old school, solo pair of Kickers

I’m trying to tell it like it T.I. is

I hope you catchin' on, what you know 'bout this

I’m so bad, like a single parent mommy with her hair all did

But her kids is looking sloppy

You can’t stop me, broke the breaks on this Chevy

Moving fast, try to catch the homie Sep Sevy

It’s getting heavy, hit the gym to get my weight up

It’s bigger than your block homeboi so throw your state up

[Verse 4: Slug]

Came up the hard way and put my name up

Now why would anybody wanna hate Slug

Straight up, your fake heart pumps snake blood

Fuck you and the space you take up

My eyes are red cause of life and death

I'll put my feet up on the table where they slice the bread

Boast and brag till my toe gets tagged

Old man swag with a grocery bag

I go one for the road, two for the encore

Couple more make you feel like you’re holding down floor

You ain’t a whore cause they make money

You’re just a bum with somebody’s DNA on your tummy

Ask your peers bout Atmosphere

Went to hell and got a souvenir rap career

Now I walk into the place with the grace of a John Deere

And then your face got weird

[Hook]