Don't Drink The Milk

歌詞

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!!