Текст песни Public Enemy - 1 Million Bottlebags
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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 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