Public Enemy — 1 Million Bottlebags tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
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
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
One million bottlebags count 'em
Think they can bounce the Unce
And it get 'em
Yo black wydaj 288 milionów
"Sittin' there waitin 'for the fizz"
And don 't know what the fuck it is an Oh lemme tell you' bout shorty
On
Traktuje swojego 40 psa lepiej niż swojego g kiedy dostaje dużego b-o-t-t-l-e
Oh he loves tha liquor
# Patrz shorty coraz bardziej chory
Rok po roku
While he 's thinkin' it ' s beer
Ale nie jest, ale ma to w bebechach.
Więc co jest, kurwa?
Yo niga what 's up Now he' s hostile to a brother lookin ' out
But I ain ' t mad I know what he about
Jest tylko niewolnikiem butelki i puszki.
'Cause that' s his man
The malt liquor man
One million bags count ' em all
"Other man gets happy"
# Patrz killas drink 8 ball
Don ' t know a damn thing
Ale jego oddech śmierdzi
Więc zadam ci pytanie, bracie.
Co ty kurwa pijesz?
He don ' t know but it flow
Out the bottle in a cup
Nazywa to "spierdoleniem", jakbyśmy już nie byli spierdoleni.
See the man they call Crazy Eddie
Trunek z butelką w ręku
Dał mu dziesięć na początek.
Wit ' no change and he run
Żeby przestawić mu mózg.
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To do without a table
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Piją to myśląc, że jest dobre.
Ale nie sprzedają tego gówna w białym sąsiedztwie.
Ujawniając plan, wściekają się na mnie. Rozumiem.
Są niewolnikami trunkmana.
Back to my homeboy shorty
Może to wypić.
And think nuttin' about it Pass it around and get tha 40 dog buzz
W tym samym czasie
Shorty nie pamięta, jaki to był dzień.
Say I 'm yellin' is fact
Genocide kickin ' in yo back
Ile razy widziałeś
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Po wypiciu butelki
Albo sześciopak słodowego likieru
Malt liquor bull
Gówno prawda, Colt.
45 another gun to the brain
Who 's sellin' us pain
In the hood another up to no good
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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
Pijąc truciznę, ale nie wiedzą.
Kiedyś to było wino.
A dollar and a dime
Ten sam człowiek, wypij innym razem.
Mogą być twarde jak diabli i mają to gdzieś.
Ale wciąż bądź frajerem dla człowieka od alkoholu.