1 Million Bottlebags -Ridenhour-Robertz-Gary G-Wiz Lyrics

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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
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