1 Million Bottlebags - Public Enemy

1 Million Bottlebags - Public Enemy (公众之敌)
One million bottlebags count them
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get them
Yo black spend 288 million
Sitting there waiting for the fizz
And don't know what the it is
An oh lemme tell you bout shorty
He about seventeen looking like 40
Treats his 40 dog better than his
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 hes thinking its beer
But it's not but he got it in his gut
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
Transfer interrupted
What stinkin'
Then I ask a question you brother
What the f**k is you drinkin'
He don't know but it flow
Out the bottle in a cup
He call it gettin' f**ked up
Like we ain't f**ked up already
See the man they call Crazy Eddie
Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
He give the liquor man ten to beging
With 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 sh*t 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 b******t 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 no
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