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