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Don't Drink The Milk Lyrics - Singles - Chubb Rock

Intro: mc nasal (chubb rock) 

 

Word up it's the nasal on the scene one mo' time! 

With my man kirk gowdy on the mix 

And my man funky owl in the mix 

And my man frank nitti on the mix 

While the chubbster in the mix, i'ma kick it like, thissssss 

Check it out 

 

Verse one: mc nasal (chubb rock) 

 

Don't drink the milk cause it's spoiled form the racists 

If you look up all the judicial cases 

You see the niggaz yo, dead in the woodwork 

Cause of these kkk jerks 

And I'm vexed, real vexed, let me tell y'all 

While I kick it from the cellular 

Well I'm the nasal on the scene and fuck it 

I hate cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me 

Concerning that mississippi, stop that fuckin burning 

While I'm over here chillin, ready steady learning 

Every racist summer, kill a large number 

Of you son of bitch, who switch to archie bunker 

Ignorant, accurate, coagulate, you imagine it 

Hate the nigga boy, and stabbing it 

All over, the odor makes you wish he was down with the force 

So you can mess around like yoda 

But no-no, and also, you knew so, the nigga grew so 

Advances like caruso... robinson, jackie, smooth and jazzy has he 

Been respected, for the past three 

Decades finds his baseball cards 

Niggaz have them then discard, and I'm vexed 

Should I flex my pecks on the set? 

And watch those bill cosby niggaz just plex? 

And his kids buy a white school kit, ana 

And you know he talks, bullshit, ana 

Throw your hands in the air 

And look at that nappiness of your hair 

And if you're proud of your peas, nigga say please 

And niggaz out there say yeahhh! 

*crickets chirping* 

I guess there no niggaz out there 

Here comes the chorus for the year 

Because, the nasal... will eat shrimp and basil 

Remaining head to toe on the foes 

And he says he will 

Flip on the brothers if they don't pump their fists and 

Get busy, yell and scream like this 

 

Chorus: 

 

Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled 

Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled 

Don't drink the milk! (but why? ) it's spoiled 

(hey daddy tell him why) the milk is spoiled!! 

 

Verse two: kirk gowdy 

 

Every night (night), youth get tested (ested) 

Mr. establishment himself is well rested (ested) 

Miss sectretary, holds his message (message) 

I would not make it selling drugs in texas (texas) 

Which way would you look, or was you lookin? (lookin) 

Every day, a nigga life is being tooken (tooken) 

Vietnam, synonym brooklyn (brooklyn) 

If ain't a nigga, it's a pussy I'm juckin (juckin) 

Alex haley, rasta roots soil (soil) 

The beginning, and it's over (over) 

It wouldn't make sense if things wasn't so tense (tense) 

Snatching purses, jumpin over fence (fence) 

It seems so negative (egative) 

They even got you robbin your own relatives (relatives) 

Daily adventure, extravaganza (ganza) 

No time to watch an episode of casablanca 

Bonanza, highway to heaven 

Stray bullet, down goes a kid, who was eleven 

Community sucks (sucks), no such unity 

Kids die before they reach puberty stages (stages) 

Look at the ages (ages), the parent wages (wages) 

The reason was in school they never turned pages (pages) 

You get vexed (vexed), and temperature boils 

It must be the brat and not the milk that's spoiled (spoiled) 

 

Chorus: 

 

Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled 

Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled 

Don't drink the milk! (will you tell me why...) it's spoiled 

(yo punk tell him why...) the milk is spoiled!! 

 

Verse three: poke 

 

Well I'm the spanky of the crew and I'll alfalfa you 

And if you step to the poke I kick nothing but jokes 

One of the masterz of the trak, stick it groovy 

Man I got more fuckin juice than the movie 

Lights cameras actions, I'm on a fuckin mission 

Hissin, white boy fishin 

Z-28, camaro, buick regal 

The will of these automobiles don't appeal to 

The better half, and don't interview my staff 

For four hundred years you stole, sold my craft 

Now my ignorant dome is hard boiled 

I won't drink the motherfucking mic, I mean the milk 

It's spoiled!!