Maestro Fresh Wes - I'm Drinkin' Milk Now lyrics
Yeah1994
Maestro fresh wes
Chorus x2 [maestro fresh wes]
It's fresh wes y'all
I'm drinkin' milk now
I'm drinkin' milk y'all
I'm drinkin' milk now
[maestro fresh wes]
First I learn to crawlthen I learn to walk
Then I learn to talkthen I learn to rhyme
Suckers try to hock my lines
But i'mma serve ya
On the microphone I murder
Killing chump rappers
Since the days of eating gerber's baby food
The crazy dude with the pablumthe bad one
I grab the mic just like a magnum
Fly girls was jigglingclinging to my ding-a-ling
Wesyou was hitting skins as a baby
Yeah true but I was fingering
Yeahcheck out shorty in the diapers
They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups knew that I be wealthy
They used to say
"that baby boy gots talentbut his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy rhymes to the beat
Had thefreedom of speach
But I still couldn't reachthe tall glass of milk
On the tablemy lyrics were stable
But still I wasn't able to get it
I didn't sweat itI paid it no mind
I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime
Now I'm hoping for the day to come
So I can hear my dukes say"wesley you son of a gun"
Chorus x2
[maestro fresh wes]
No time for chilling black
I wrote a killa rapmade an illa track
Knocking back the similack
Graduated from the formulaI had a scheme
Milk was calling mejust like the pipe to a fiend
But still I had to play coolcouldn't play a fool
So many mcsare dropping out of pre-school
To get a record dealforget it gotta hustle
Yo yo yohow did money fall off?
Got lost in the shuffle
Ho thought he was a prankster
Every chick he'd meet he romanced her
Acting like a private dancer
But the music industry hobbesis serious as cancer
No place for a rapperthat still wearing papmpers
Even if you're signedyou'll still got to struggle
And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle
So props to the brother that made the soul clap
Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back
Forget the pacifier and your beachnut
Came out with three cuts
Now everybody's on these nuts
I got another rhymewon't you check it
So fine tune the micengineer and i'mma wreck it
Chorus x3
[maestro fresh wes]
You know you got to go for selfsupport yourself
Like krs saidyou got to promote yourself
That's a fact not a fable(word)
Get out the cradle
Or you'll be grippling with your record label
No time to play clownif you want to stay around
Learn the businessand this ain't a playground
No time for dr. suessor mother goose
You can rhyme and producebut now you got to get loose
Just a piece of advicenow go your own path
And that allowance that you're getting money ain't gonna last
(what's this? ) another fat beat that I build
You know it took a long time
But the borther's drinking milk
Chorus x4
Outro [maestro fresh wes]
Yeahgoing out to diggin' in the cratesmain source
We out
