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One million bottlebags count 'em
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Think they can bounce the ounce
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And it get 'em
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Yo black spend 288 million
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Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz
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And don't know what the fuck it is
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An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
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He about seventeen lookin' like 40
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Treats his 40 dog better than his g
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When he gets a big b-o-t-t-l-e
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Oh he loves tha liquor
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But look watch shorty get sicker
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Year after year
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While he's thinkin' it's beer
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But it's not but he got it in his gut
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So what the fuck
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Yo niga what's up
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Now he's hostile to a brother lookin' out
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But I ain't mad I know what he about
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He's just a slave to the bottle and the can
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'Cause that's his man
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The malt liquor man
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One million bags count 'em all
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Other man gets happy
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Watch the killas drink 8 ball
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Don't know a damn thing
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But his breath stinkin'
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Then I ask a question you brother
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What the fuck is you drinkin'
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He don't know but it flow
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Out the bottle in a cup
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He call it gettin' fucked up
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Like we ain't fucked up already
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See the man they call Crazy Eddie
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Liquor man with the bottle in his hand
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He give the liquor man ten to begin
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Wit' no change and he run
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To get his brains rearranged
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Serve it to the home they're able
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To do without a table
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Beside what's inside ain't on the label
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They drink it thinkin' it's good
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But they don't sell the shit in the white neighborhood
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Exposin' the plan they get mad at me I understand
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They're slaves to the liquor man
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Back to my homeboy shorty
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He can drink it down
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And think nuttin' about it
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Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz
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At the same time
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Shorty can't remember what day it was
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Say I'm yellin' is fact
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Genocide kickin' in yo back
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How many times have you seen
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A black fight a black
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After drinkin' down a bottle
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Or a malt liquor six-pack
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Malt liquor bull
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What it is is bullshit Colt
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45 another gun to the brain
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Who's sellin' us pain
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In the hood another up to no good
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Plan that's designed by the other man
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But who drink it like water
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One and on till the stores reorder it
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Brothers cry broke but they still affordin' it
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Sippin' it lick drink it down oh nooo
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Drinkin' poison but they don't know
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It used to be wine
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A dollar and a dime
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Same man, drink in another time
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They could be hard as hell and don't give a damn
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But still be a sucker to the liquor man
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