Public Enemy

1 Million Bottlebags – Public Enemy

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
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h 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

By admin on October 19, 2013 | # Song Lyrics | 2,266 comments
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I – Public Enemy

I Came From A Place I Forgot
I Woke Up In A Parking Lot
Far From A Meal & A Cot
On The Corner
Where All The Streets Got The Same Name
Maybe My Brains On The Brink Of Insane
Pain Between The PapersWhile Sleepin On The Train
This The Land Of Milk And Honey
Know What I?m Sayin
The Invisible Man Times Three
Black, Down & Out
Out Standing On A Corner No Doubt
Now A Nation Of Homeless
Sleepin In Bus Stations
Another Win For The Pilgrims
Who Said No More Haitians
As I Proceed
Someone To Feed Me Is What I Need
Through Three Blocks Of Dealers
Tryin To Hit Me Off Wit Weed
Avenue & Boulevard Hungry As A M-Fucka
Hope To Get A Ride From A Trucker
Everybody Know I Ain?t No Sucker
Everyone Used To Drop 30 At The Rucker
Away From Crazy Kids In Generation Wrekked
Dissin Pyramids While Praisin Projects
Walk Past Old Folks Gettin No Respect
Callin Young Folks A Bunch A No Good Rejects
And I Walk On

An Eye For An Eye
I Can?t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I?m Lookin At
Cause I?ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I?m Goin
An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
Who This Cat I?m Lookin At
Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin

So I Move On And I Walk On
Past The Preachers And The Pimps Gettin Their Talk On
Now Why Do Home Gotta Be Where The Negative Roam
To Be Or Not To Be – So I Roll Alone
I?m Trapped Within This Skin & These Bones
Temporary Kings On Cellular Phones
Can I Last As I Walk Past
Cigarette Billboards & Malt Liquor Ads
Walkin On Broken Bottles & Potato Chip Bags
Everyone I See Got The Nerve To Brag
Where They From What They Got
And Don?t Own Squat
Disrespect Where They From And Ya Might Get Shot
Zombies Askin Me What The Latest Bomb Be
Should Shot The Fuckin Sheriff & The Fuckin Deputy
For Ok In The Drug Trade And Lettin It Be
But I Know Prison For Me Is An Industry
So I Walk
I Heard The Best Things In Life Be Free
Didn?t God Make The Land The Air We Breathe
Not For The Homeless Don?t Give A Damn About Me
In The Mirror Somebody Else Is Starin At Me
Maybe Prison Is The Skin I?m Within
All This Time I Been Sufferin Can?t Fix It Wit A Bufferin
Plus They Said I?ll Never Work In This Town Again
Damn So I Keep On Walkin

An Eye For An Eye
I Can?t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I?m Lookin At
Cause I?ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I?m Goin
An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
Who This Cat I?m Lookin At
Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin

Lil Day Day Is Big Day And Just Did Time
Seen Him Standin On The Unemployment Line
Which Collided Wit The Line Of The Health Clinic
I Seen Crazy Stacy Her Ass Standin Up In It
No More Welfare Cut Her Medicaid
Damn My Mama Used To Do Her Braids
I Keep Walkin So They Don?t See Me
But I Doubt If They Doin Any Better Than Me
So I Walk On Never Take The Planet For Granted
I Paved The Concrete, Asphalt & Granite
I Walk Past 3 Brothers Sittin On The Porch
Wit A Yard Of Dirt And Littered Wit Newports
Talkin How They Comin Up While They Sittin On Their Ass
As I Walk Past Em I?m A Target Of Their Laughs
And One Said Lets Get Em For His Fuckin Stash
As I Walked Fast Past The Other Yards Wit Grass
Had A Lil Cash Tried To Make It Last
From A Few Deals I Made From Cleanin Windshields
I Ran Like A Rally They Caught Me In An Alley
Can?t Get Out The Ghetto From New York To Cali
I Thought I Had Nuthin Till I Felt The Knife
And Now I Ain?t Even Got A Life

By admin on September 7, 2013 | I Song Lyrics | 7 comments
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