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Tytuł: 1 Million Bottlebags

  • Wykonawca: Public Enemy
  • Wy¶wietleń: 276

  
  
  
  One million bottlebags count 'em
  Think they can bounce the ounce
  And it get 'em
  Yo black spend 288 million
  Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz
  And don't know what the fuck it is
  An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
  He about seventeen lookin' like 40
  Treats his 40 dog better than his g
  When he gets a big b o t t l e
  Oh he loves tha liquor
  But look watch shorty get sicker
  Year after year
  While he's thinkin' it's beer
  But it's not but he got it in his gut
  So what the fuck
  Yo niga what's up
  Now he's hostile to a brother lookin' out
  But I ain't mad I know what he about
  He's just a slave to the bottle and the can
  'Cause that's his man
  The malt liquor man
  One million bags count 'em all
  Other man gets happy
  Watch the killas drink 8 ball
  Don't know a damn thing
  But his breath stinkin'
  Then I ask a question you brother
  What the fuck is you drinkin'
  He don't know but it flow
  Out the bottle in a cup
  He call it gettin' fucked up
  Like we ain't fucked up already
  See the man they call Crazy Eddie
  Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
  He give the liquor man ten to begin
  Wit' no change and he run
  To get his brains rearranged
  Serve it to the home they're able
  To do without a table
  Beside what's inside ain't on the label
  They drink it thinkin' it's good
  But they don't sell the shit in the white neighborhood
  Exposin' the plan they get mad at me I understand
  They're slaves to the liquor man
  Back to my homeboy shorty
  He can drink it down
  And think nuttin' about it
  Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz
  At the same time
  Shorty can't remember what day it was
  Say I'm yellin' is fact
  Genocide kickin' in yo back
  How many times have you seen
  A black fight a black
  After drinkin' down a bottle
  Or a malt liquor six-pack
  Malt liquor bull
  What it is is bullshit Colt
  45 another gun to the brain
  Who's sellin' us pain
  In the hood another up to no good
  Plan that's designed by the other man
  But who drink it like water
  One and on till the stores reorder it
  Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it
  Sippin' it lick drink it down oh nooo
  Drinkin' poison but they don't know
  It used to be wine
  A dollar and a dime
  Same man, drink in another time
  They could be hard as hell and don't give a damn
  But still be a sucker to the liquor man