Urban Milkman (a Suburban Milkman's wet dream)

 

I bring the milk in to the city,
I squeeze the milk from a cows titty.
One percent, two percent, three percent, whole,
You've got a choice, homies lets roll.

Don't say my milk is sour,
Or else I'll stab you in the shower.
Black, white, yellow, red,
I've served'em all, bitch gimme head!

I bring this milk in a truck,
Dont talk back, I'll fuck you up.
I place a bottle on your stoop,
I bust rhymes better than Snoop.

Chorus:
Urban Milkman gettin' lots of ass,
Urban Milkman smokin' lots of grass.

People buy my milk to feed their babies,
The neighborhood's dog looks like he's got rabies.
This is some white gold, you can't smoke,
If you drink it fast, please don't choke.

I've got a gang to protect my turf,
I've got more crew than Papa Smurf.
All the men wanna be me,
All the ladies wanna do me.

(Chorus)