Mr. Gene Poole - Minnesota Nice lyrics

[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 d**h mother f**er, 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 fel**tio 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 cla**iest beast of the trashiest My planet exists in the streets of Minneapolis And I'm the catalyst for world cla** 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 muhf**a with the long-a** 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 Ba** 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 f** you and the space you take up My eyes are red cause of life and d**h 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 who*e 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]