I'm Drinkin' Milk Now Lyrics - Singles - Maestro Fresh Wes

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 speech 

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 

because 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 

We out