Dont Drink The Milk Lyrics by Chubb Rock

Dont Drink The Milk Lyrics

    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!!

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