Stuart Robertz - 1 Million Bottlebags lyrics

[Intro] Alcohol beverage companies have aimed an inordinate amount of advertising at Blacks. Billboards in inner cities, ads in hip-hop magazines... [Verse 1] One million bottlebags count 'em Think they can bounce the ounce and it get 'em Blacks spend 288 million Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz And don't know what the f** it is 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 the 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 f** (Yo G 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 [Chorus x6] One million bottle bags! (What the hell is they drinking?!) [Verse 2] One million bags count 'em all Other man gets happy, watch the k**as drink 8 ball Don't know a damn thing but his breath stinkin' Then I ask a question, yo brother, what the f** is you drinkin' He don't know but it flow out the bottle in a cup He call it gettin' f**ed up like we ain't f**ed 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 that sh** in the white neighborhood Exposin' the plan, they get mad at me I understand, they're slaves to the liquor man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Back to my homeboy shorty He can drink it down and think nothin' about it Pa** it around and get the 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 [Verse 4] Malt liquor bull What it is is bullsh** 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 On and on until the stores reorder it Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it Sippin' it lickin' it 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 s**er to the liquor man