D-12 - 40 Oz lyrics

Yeah n***a! It's D12 up in this motherf**er! You know how we get n***a we wild in the club Motherf**ers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too n***a! So wile the f** out! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! b**h! We f**ed up, let us in the club One of y'all n***as gon' catch a slug I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month Any n***a pop sh**, go to the trunk D12 start sh**, n***a come get us 7 Mile run in, wild n***as wit us Cause all my n***as, is talking that sh** And got no problem, wit smacking no b**h I'll have my wife, cut your throat Blunts, cannons, that's all we smoke Wile the f** out, stab you wit a knife It's D12 n***a, we ready to f**ing fight! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! b**h! Who's trying to be the first one To catch this blade in the throat?! You know them po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more! I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four! If you don't back the f** up and get the f** off the floor! My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door! You hit the door, but we coming in and you going home! Security, they can't even stop us because they know! Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep where ever we go! Chugging on our 40's and holding our forty-fo's! We come wit toasters like we just opened savings and loans! And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own! So grab whatever you sipping on and let's get it on!! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! b**h! We deep as a motherf**er, we bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas wit AK's, barettas We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us Switch blade, bra** knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble Elbows flying, b**hes crying, n***as bleeding You retreating, running to your car and skating off, re G'ing We examples outta you haters running yo mouth You reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out Dirty Dozen wiling, beat n***as bloody And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! b**h! I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk 80 Proof on this vodka, that's the name I want I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there Only talk to a b**h, with burgundy hair ON the Isle in the Vette, bumping Seven Duece! See that top on that 40, you know it's coming loose See me on the ave daily, be running this sh** If your chick get loud I'll G Money that b**h Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique Because of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy Don't worry if you run out the corner store I got plenty! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! b**h!