I`m Drinkin` Milk Now

Yeah, 1994<br>Maestro Fresh Wes<br><br>CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>It`s Fresh Wes y`all<br>I`m drinkin` milk now<br>I`m drinkin` milk y`all<br>I`m drinkin` milk now<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>First I learn to crawl, then I learn to walk<br>Then I learn to talk, then I learn to rhyme<br>Suckers try to hock my lines<br>But I`mma serve ya<br>On the microphone I murder<br>Killing chump rappers<br>Since the days of eating Gerber`s baby food<br>The crazy dude with the pablum, the bad one<br>I grab the mic just like a Magnum<br>Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling<br>Wes, you was hitting skins as a baby<br>Yeah true but I was fingering<br>Yeah, check out shorty in the diapers<br>They`re some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers<br>Grown-ups knew that I be wealthy<br>They used to say<br>"that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"<br>I worte creazy rhymes to the beat<br>Had the, freedom of speach<br>But I still couldn`t reach, the tall glass of milk<br>On the table, my lyrics were stable<br>But still I wasn`t able to get it<br>I didn`t sweat it, I paid it no mind<br>I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime<br>Now I`m hoping for the day to come<br>So I can hear my Dukes say, "Wesley you son of a gun"<br><br>CHORUS X2<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>No time for chilling black<br>I wrote a killa rap, made an illa track<br>Knocking back the similack<br>Graduated from the formula, I had a scheme<br>Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend<br>But still I had to play cool, couldn`t play a fool<br>So many MCs, are dropping out of pre-school<br>To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustle<br>Yo yo yo, how did money fall off?<br>Got lost in the shuffle<br>Ho thought he was a prankster<br>Every chick he`d meet he romanced her<br>Acting like a private dancer<br>But the music industry Hobbes, is serious as cancer<br>No place for a rapper, that still wearing papmpers<br>Even if you`re signed, you`ll still got to struggle<br>And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle<br>So props to the brother that made the Soul Clap<br>Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back<br>Forget the pacifier and your beachnut<br>Came out with three cuts<br>Now everybody`s on these nuts<br>I got another rhyme, won`t you check it<br>So fine tune the mic, engineer and I`mma wreck it<br><br>CHORUS X3<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>You know you got to go for self, support yourself<br>Like KRS said, you got to promote yourself<br>that`s a fact not a fable, (word)<br>Get out the cradle<br>Or you`ll be grippling with your record label<br>No time to play clown, if you want to stay around<br>Learn the business, and this ain`t a playground<br>No time for Dr. Suess, or Mother Goose<br>You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get loose<br>Just a piece of advice, now go your own path<br>And that allowance that you`re getting money ain`t gonna last<br>(What`s this?) another fat beat that I build<br>You know It took a long time<br>But the borther`s drinking milk<br><br>CHORUS X4<br><br>OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>Yeah, going out to Diggin` In The Crates, Main Source<br>We out