I'm Drinkin' Milk Now
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Maestro Fresh We
CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes
It's Fresh Wes y'al
I'm drinkin' milk no
I'm drinkin' milk y'al
I'm drinkin' milk no
[Maestro Fresh Wes
First I learn to crawl, then I learn to wal
Then I learn to talk, then I learn to rhym
Suckers try to hock my line
But I'mma serve y
On the microphone I murde
Killing chump rapper
Since the days of eating Gerber's baby foo
The crazy dude with the pablum, the bad on
I grab the mic just like a Magnu
Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-lin
Wes, you was hitting skins as a bab
Yeah true but I was fingerin
Yeah, check out shorty in the diaper
They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the cipher
Grown-ups knew that I be wealth
They used to sa
"that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy rhymes to the bea
Had the, freedom of speac
But I still couldn't reach, the tall glass of mil
On the table, my lyrics were stabl
But still I wasn't able to get i
I didn't sweat it, I paid it no min
I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dim
Now I'm hoping for the day to com
So I can hear my Dukes say, "Wesley you son of a gun"
CHORUS X
[Maestro Fresh Wes
No time for chilling blac
I wrote a killa rap, made an illa trac
Knocking back the similac
Graduated from the formula, I had a schem
Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fien
But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a foo
So many MCs, are dropping out of pre-schoo
To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustl
Yo yo yo, how did money fall off
Got lost in the shuffl
Ho thought he was a prankste
Every chick he'd meet he romanced he
Acting like a private dance
But the music industry Hobbes, is serious as cance
No place for a rapper, that still wearing papmper
Even if you're signed, you'll still got to struggl
And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzl
So props to the brother that made the Soul Cla
Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my bac
Forget the pacifier and your beachnu
Came out with three cut
Now everybody's on these nut
I got another rhyme, won't you check i
So fine tune the mic, engineer and I'mma wreck i
CHORUS X
[Maestro Fresh Wes
You know you got to go for self, support yoursel
Like KRS said, you got to promote yoursel
that's a fact not a fable, (word
Get out the cradl
Or you'll be grippling with your record labe
No time to play clown, if you want to stay aroun
Learn the business, and this ain't a playgroun
No time for Dr. Suess, or Mother Goos
You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get loos
Just a piece of advice, now go your own pat
And that allowance that you're getting money ain't gonna las
(What's this?) another fat beat that I buil
You know It took a long tim
But the borther's drinking mil
CHORUS X
OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes
Yeah, going out to Diggin' In The Crates, Main Sourc
We out
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