1 Million Bottlebags Lyrics

1 Million Bottlebags lyrics

1 million bottlebags count 'em

Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em

Yo, black spend 288 million

Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz

An' 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 nigga, 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 an' the can

'Cause that's his man, the malt liquor man



1 million bottlebags, where's my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, gimme my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?



1 million bottlebags, so where's my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, gimme my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?



1 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 an' he run

To get his brains rearranged

Serve it to the homies an' 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 that shit

In the white neighborhood, exposin' the plan

They get mad at me, I understand

They're slaves to the liquor man



1 million bottlebags, where's my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, yo, wassup with my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?



1 million bottlebags, yo, I need my bottle

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?

1 million bottlebags, somebody's gotta find my bottle?

1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?



Back to my homeboy Shorty

He can drink it down

An' think nuttin' about it

Pass it around an' 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 an' on, till the stores reorder it

Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it

Sippin' it lick drink it down, oh, no

Drinkin' poison but they don't know



It used to be wine, a dollar an' a dime

Same man, drinkin' another time

They could be hard as hell

An' don't give a damn

But still be a sucker to the liquor man