| 1 million bottlebags count 'em
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| Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em
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| Yo, black spend 288 million
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| Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz
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| An' don’t know what the fuck it is
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| An' oh, lemme tell you 'bout Shorty
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| He about seventeen, lookin' like 40
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| Treats his 40 dog better than his G
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| When he gets a big B O T T L E
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| Oh, he loves tha liquor
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| But look, watch Shorty get sicker
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| Year after year
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| While he’s thinkin' it’s beer
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| But it’s not, but he got it in his gut
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| So what the fuck, yo nigga, what’s up?
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| Now he’s hostile to a brother lookin' out
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| But I ain’t mad, I know what he about
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| He’s just a slave to the bottle an' the can
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| 'Cause that’s his man, the malt liquor man
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| 1 million bottlebags, where’s my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, gimme my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, so where’s my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, gimme my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bags count 'em all
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| Other man gets happy
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| Watch the killas drink 8 ball
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| Don’t know a damn thing, but his breath stinkin'
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| Then I ask a question you brother
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| What the fuck is you drinkin'?
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| He don’t know but it flow
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| Out the bottle in a cup
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| He call it gettin' fucked up
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| Like we ain’t fucked up already
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| See the man they call Crazy Eddie
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| Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
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| He give the liquor man ten to begin
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| Wit' no change an' he run
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| To get his brains rearranged
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| Serve it to the homies an' they’re able
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| To do without a table
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| Beside what’s inside, ain’t on the label
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| They drink it thinkin' it’s good
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| But they don’t sell that shit
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| In the white neighborhood, exposin' the plan
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| They get mad at me, I understand
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| They’re slaves to the liquor man
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| 1 million bottlebags, where’s my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, yo, wassup with my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, yo, I need my bottle
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| 1 million bottlebags, somebody’s gotta find my bottle?
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| 1 million bottlebags, what the hell are they drinkin'?
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| Back to my homeboy Shorty
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| He can drink it down
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| An' think nuttin' about it
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| Pass it around an' get tha 40 dog buzz
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| At the same time
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| Shorty can’t remember what day it was
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| Say I’m yellin' is fact
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| Genocide kickin' in yo back
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| How many times have you seen
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| A black fight a black
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| After drinkin' down a bottle
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| Or a malt liquor six-pack
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| Malt liquor bull
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| What it is, is bullshit Colt
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| 45 another gun to the brain
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| Who’s sellin' us pain
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| In the hood another up to no good
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| Plan that’s designed by the other man
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| But who drink it like water
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| One an' on, till the stores reorder it
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| Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it
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| Sippin' it lick drink it down, oh, no
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| Drinkin' poison but they don’t know
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| It used to be wine, a dollar an' a dime
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| Same man, drinkin' another time
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| They could be hard as hell
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| An' don’t give a damn
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| But still be a sucker to the liquor man |