Lyrical Breakdown of 1 Million Bottlebags - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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