D12 - 40 Oz. lyrics

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 wile the fuck out!

Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
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Pour your 40 out (Bitch)

We fucked up let us in the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug (yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas with 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

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Pour your 40 out (Bitch)

Who tryin' to be the first one to
Catch this blade in the throat?
You know the po-po don't let me
Hold them toasters no mo'
I just clapped 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
But we comin' in and you goin' home
Security, they can't even stop
Us because they know
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us
Down wherever we go
Chuggin' on our 40s and holdin' our 44s
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 (Guzzle it)
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Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
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Pour your 40 out (Bitch)

We deep as a motherfucker
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 don't 'posed 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 flyin', bitches cryin'
Niggas bleedin', you retreatin'
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 wildin', beat niggas bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out
A keg for all your homies

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Pour your 40 out (Guzzle it)
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Pour your 40 out (Bitch)

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 dead
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
Or the aisle in the 'Vette
Bumpin' Seven-Deuce see that top on that 40
You know it's comin' loose
See me on the ave daily, be 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
Smokin' weed, drinkin' Henny, Remy
And that Jimmy don't worry if we run out
The corner store got plenty

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Pour your 40 out (Bitch)