Текст песни Public Enemy - 1 Million Bottlebags

Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap / East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Public Enemy
Альбом: Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black
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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 On and on till the stores reorder it Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it Sippin' it lickin' it 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
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