One million bottlebags count `em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get `em
Yo black spend 288 million
Sittin` there waitin` for the fizz
And 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 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
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 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 shit 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 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 and on till the stores reorder it
Brothers cry broke but they still affordin` it
Sippin` it lick drink it down oh nooo
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
