40 oz.

40 oz. Lyrics

[Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
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!

[Chorus]
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!! b**ch!!!

[Verse - Bizarre]
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 sh*t, go to the trunk
D12 start sh*t, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that sh*t
Aint got no problem, wit smacking no b**ch
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!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Eminem]
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!
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever 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 sippin on and let's get it on!!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Kuniva]
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, b**ches 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
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggaz bloody
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Proof]
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**ch - 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 sh*t
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that b**ch
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!

[Chorus]