Maestro Fresh Wes - I'm Drinkin' Milk Now Lyrics
Yeah, 1994Maestro fresh wesChorus x2 [maestro fresh wes]Its fresh wes yallIm drinkin milk nowIm drinkin milk yallIm drinkin milk now[maestro fresh wes]First I learn to crawl, then I learn to walkThen I learn to talk, then I learn to rhymeSuckers try to hock my linesBut imma serve yaOn the microphone I murderKilling chump rappersSince the days of eating gerbers baby foodThe crazy dude with the pablum, the bad oneI grab the mic just like a magnumFly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-lingWes, you was hitting skins as a babyYeah true but I was fingeringYeah, check out shorty in the diapersTheyre some big mother*****ers rhyming at the ciphersGrown-ups knew that I be wealthyThey used to sayThat baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthyI worte creazy rhymes to the beatHad the, freedom of speachBut I still couldnt reach, the tall glass of milkOn the table, my lyrics were stableBut still I wasnt able to get itI didnt sweat it, I paid it no mindI wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dimeNow Im hoping for the day to comeSo I can hear my dukes say, wesley you son of a gunChorus x2[maestro fresh wes]No time for chilling blackI wrote a killa rap, made an illa trackKnocking back the similackGraduated from the formula, I had a schemeMilk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiendBut still I had to play cool, couldnt play a foolSo many mcs, are dropping out of pre-schoolTo get a record deal, forget it gotta hustleYo yo yo, how did money fall off?Got lost in the shuffleHo thought he was a pranksterEvery chick hed meet he romanced herActing like a private dancerBut the music industry hobbes, is serious as cancerNo place for a rapper, that still wearing papmpersEven if youre signed, youll still got to struggleAnd making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzleSo props to the brother that made the soul clapBecuase my labels gave me flack money had my backForget the pacifier and your beachnutCame out with three cutsNow everybodys on these nutsI got another rhyme, wont you check itSo fine tune the mic, engineer and imma wreck itChorus x3[maestro fresh wes]You know you got to go for self, support yourselfLike krs said, you got to promote yourselfThats a fact not a fable, (word)Get out the cradleOr youll be grippling with your record labelNo time to play clown, if you want to stay aroundLearn the business, and this aint a playgroundNo time for dr. suess, or mother gooseYou can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get looseJust a piece of advice, now go your own pathAnd that allowance that youre getting money aint gonna last(whats this? ) another fat beat that I buildYou know it took a long timeBut the borthers drinking milkChorus x4Outro [maestro fresh wes]Yeah, going out to diggin in the crates, main sourceWe out