Testi:
Got Milk

me back to san quentin for 90 days Did my time and got out, now I'm in the unemployment line trying to figure shit out But the penal system got me by

in spite, Grew a nation from cess-pit crawling up for the light. Like pigs in squalor they're climbing brothers and sisters in hopes that the milk

Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got

Please us with your lyrical thesis, We just chillin, Milk'EM top billin, Silk'EM and pure linen, Me and little Cease, Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, Palm trees, Cats lay in Pablo, In milked

I ain't got time for this man I'm out [Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing there (Don't you trust me?) Over here at the side

I wear a lot of gold they plot Don't no what I got if ya stop with the hot ones And all yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk

live, if I'm just living to die [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin

money-makin Miami, Chicago East St. Louis got crazy hoods [P] Oakland Compton Watts wearin the hoods [S] Yo true indeed, Louisville Boostin Houston got

out this bitch The D's know me I'm the one that got away Ask the homies they'll tell you about the way I'm a hustla I got it in my blood I'm still hungry