"Milk Crates" lyrics
"I've got the feeling. I hear the sound."
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the large house and throw out the Ruger
Some say I'm good. Others pray. They want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty
I'm straight like a flat-chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin' down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Black flicks - come on
We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed
Throw 'em in the lasso - givin' me backstage hed
Picture me in Israel sandals - Gucci open-toe
Book of Life - two on Camay - no H₂O
Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea
Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme
"Up next."
Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's
Spot niggas with Ks - son, they're feelin' your ways
It's like mayonnaise - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had 'em all drunk - lazy-eye Milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' old man Chef
But God shit's real as a fuck
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up. Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night-train lips
Beefin' with police - Grade-A inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes
Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up. Thunderbird in cuffs
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the large house and throw out the Ruger
Some say I'm good. Others pray. They want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty
I'm straight like a flat-chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin' down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Black flicks - come on
We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed
Throw 'em in the lasso - givin' me backstage hed
Picture me in Israel sandals - Gucci open-toe
Book of Life - two on Camay - no H₂O
Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea
Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme
"Up next."
Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's
Spot niggas with Ks - son, they're feelin' your ways
It's like mayonnaise - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had 'em all drunk - lazy-eye Milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' old man Chef
But God shit's real as a fuck
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up. Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night-train lips
Beefin' with police - Grade-A inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes
Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up. Thunderbird in cuffs
