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