Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1 Million Bottlebags, artist - Public Enemy.
Date of issue: 30.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1 Million Bottlebags |
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 |