I'm Drinkin Milk Now

Yeah, 1994

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 crawl, then I learn to walk

Then I learn to talk, then 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 pablum, the bad one

I grab the mic just like a Magnum

Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling

Wes, you was hitting skins as a baby

Yeah true but I was fingering

Yeah, check 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 talent, but his mouth is so

filthy"

I worte creazy rhymes to the beat

Had the, freedom of speach

But I still couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk

On the table, my lyrics were stable

But still I wasn't able to get it

I didn't sweat it, I 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 rap, made an illa track

Knocking back the similack

Graduated from the formula, I had a scheme

Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend

But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a fool

So many MCs, are dropping out of pre-school

To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustle

Yo yo yo, how 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 Hobbes, is serious as cancer

No place for a rapper, that still wearing papmpers

Even if you're signed, you'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 rhyme, won't you check it

So fine tune the mic, engineer and I'mma wreck it

CHORUS X3

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

You know you got to go for self, support yourself

Like KRS said, you 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 clown, if you want to stay around

Learn the business, and this ain't a playground

No time for Dr. Suess, or Mother Goose

You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get loose

Just a piece of advice, now 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]

Yeah, going out to Diggin' In The Crates, Main Source