D12 Lyrics
40oz (Pour Your 40 Out)
What! What! ...........
[Intro: Kuniva]
Yeah nigga!
D12 up in this movafuc*in
you know how it gets
We wilin' in the club
Everybody get crunk
Detroit too nigga
So wile the fuc* out!
[Chorus:]
Pour your 40 out (Dozen) [ x 8 ]
Bitch!!!
[Bizzare]
We fuc*ed up
let us in the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop's, 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
Wile the fuc* out, stab you with a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuc*in' fight
[Repeat Chorus]
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in their 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 fuc* up, and get the fuc* 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 saving's 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!!!!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Kuniva]
We deep as a muvafuc*er, we 'bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about t
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