D12 - 40 Oz Lyrics

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Yeah nigga it's D12 up in this motherfucker

You know how we get nigga we wild in the club

Motherfuckers everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga

So while the fuck out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Bitch

We fucked up let us in the club

One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug

I'm so drunk I can hurl for a month

Any nigga pop shit go to the trunk

D12 start shit nigga come get us

7 Mile Runyan wild niggas wit us

'Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit

Ain't got no problem with smackin' no bitch

I'll have my wife cut your throat

Blunts gans that's all we smoke

Wild the fuck out stab you with a knife

It's D12 nigga we ready to fuckin' fight

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Bitch

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Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat

You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'

I just cut three people you gon' be number four

If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the flo'

My crew is takin' over as soon as we hit the do'

You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home

Security that can't even stop us because they know

Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go

Suckin on our 40's and holdin up 44's

We come with 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 sippin on and let's get it on

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Bitch

We deep as a motherfuck we 'bout to get it crunk

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

I settle my vendettas with AK's Berettas

We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us

Switchblade brass knuckles nickel plated belt buckle

Broken beer bottles when we walk in you can smell trouble

Elbows flying niggas crying niggas bleeding you retreating

Run into your car and skatin' off we G'ing

We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth

You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40s out

Dirty Dozen whiling beat niggas bloodied

And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Bitch

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk

80 Proof for this rocker that's the name I want

I'm in the club to beef you gotta murder me then

Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair

Or the aisle in the back bump a seven deuce

See that top on that 40 you know it's comin' loose

See me on the Av. daily we runnin' this shit

If your chick get loud I g-money that bitch

Packin' mags and clips I'll smash your clique

Because of Proof they put the 'G' in the alphabet

Smoking weed drinking henny remy in that jimmy

Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out pour your 40 out

Bitch

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