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