Atmosphere, Felipe Cuauhtli, Mr. Gene Poole, Prof - Minnesota Nice lyrics

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

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

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

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 TI 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

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

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