1 Million Bottlebags Lyrics - Apocalypse 91...the Enemy Strikes Black - 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