1 Million Bottlebags Lyrics
| Song | 1 Million Bottlebags |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : D., Depper, G Wiz, Robertz | |
| 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 | |
| ShortyHe about seventeen, lookin' like 40 | |
| Treats his 40 dog better than his | |
| GWhen he gets a big | |
| B O T T L | |
| EOh, 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 man1 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 man1 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 bottle1 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 | |
| ShortyHe 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 | |
| Colt45 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 |
| zuo ci : D., Depper, G Wiz, Robertz | |
| 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 | |
| ShortyHe about seventeen, lookin' like 40 | |
| Treats his 40 dog better than his | |
| GWhen he gets a big | |
| B O T T L | |
| EOh, 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 man1 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 man1 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 bottle1 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 | |
| ShortyHe 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 sixpack | |
| Malt liquor bull | |
| What it is, is bullshit | |
| Colt45 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 |
| zuò cí : D., Depper, G Wiz, Robertz | |
| 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 | |
| ShortyHe about seventeen, lookin' like 40 | |
| Treats his 40 dog better than his | |
| GWhen he gets a big | |
| B O T T L | |
| EOh, 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 man1 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 man1 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 bottle1 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 | |
| ShortyHe 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 sixpack | |
| Malt liquor bull | |
| What it is, is bullshit | |
| Colt45 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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