Текст песни Maestro Fresh Wes - I`m Drinkin` Milk Now
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Yeah, 1994Maestro Fresh WesCHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes]It`s Fresh Wes y`allI`m drinkin` milk nowI`m drinkin` milk y`allI`m 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 I`mma serve yaOn the microphone I murderKilling chump rappersSince the days of eating Gerber`s 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 diapersThey`re some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphersGrown-ups knew that I be wealthyThey used to say"that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"I worte creazy rhymes to the beatHad the, freedom of speachBut I still couldn`t reach, the tall glass of milkOn the table, my lyrics were stableBut still I wasn`t able to get itI didn`t sweat it, I paid it no mindI wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dimeNow I`m hoping for the day to comeSo I can hear my Dukes say, "Wesley you son of a gun"CHORUS 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, couldn`t 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 he`d 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 you`re signed, you`ll 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 everybody`s on these nutsI got another rhyme, won`t you check itSo fine tune the mic, engineer and I`mma wreck itCHORUS X3[Maestro Fresh Wes]You know you got to go for self, support yourselfLike KRS said, you got to promote yourselfthat`s a fact not a fable, (word)Get out the cradleOr you`ll be grippling with your record labelNo time to play clown, if you want to stay aroundLearn the business, and this ain`t 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 you`re getting money ain`t gonna last(What`s this?) another fat beat that I buildYou know It took a long timeBut the borther`s drinking milkCHORUS X4OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]Yeah, going out to Diggin` In The Crates, Main SourceWe out