Текст песни 1 Million Bottlebags - Public Enemy
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

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