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