40 Oz.

歌詞

Yeah nigga It's D12 up in this motherf**ker You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherf**kers everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga So wile the f**k out Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out BITCH We f**ked up let us in da club One of y'all niggaz gon catch a slug I'm so drunk I can url for a month Any nigga pop shit go to the trunk D12 start shit nigga come get us 7 Mile Rayon wild niggaz wit us Cause all my niggaz is talking that shit Aint got no problem wit smacking no bitch I'll have my wife cut your throat Blunts gans that's all we smoke Wile the f**k out stab you wit a knife It's D12 nigga we ready to f**king fight Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out BITCH Who's trying to be the first one To catch this blade in the throat You know them po po won't let me hold 'em toasters no more I just cut three people you gon be number four If you don't back the f**k up and get the f**k off the floor My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the door You hit the door but we comin in and you goin home Security, they can't even stop us because they know Runnin Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go Chuggin on our 40's and holdin 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 sippin on and let's get it on Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out BITCH We deep as a motherf**ker we bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas wit AKs barettas We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us Switch blade brass knuckles nickel plated belt buckles Broken beer bottles when we walk in you can smell trouble Elbows flyin bitches cryin niggaz bleedin You retreatin running to your car and skatin off we G'ing We make examples outta you haters running yo mouth You're the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out Dirty Dozen wiling beat niggaz bloody And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 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 there Only talk to a bitch wit burgundy hair On the isle in the Vet bumpin Seven Duece See that top on that 40 you know it's comin loose See me on the ave daily be running this shit If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch 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 got plenty Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out Guzzle it Pour the 40 out BITCH