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bizarre - tonight lyrics

[intro]
check it out, y’all
you be foolish , man
you’s a crazy motherf-cker
all my n-gg-s from the 7 mile section
bring ’em out
you don’t stop
cartier, h-ll, get some weed

[verse 1]
guess who’s back, it’s mr. f-ck-all-y’all
for y’all n-gg-s get my b-lls, write my gang signs on your walls
f-ck a lotta hoes, do a lotta shows
smoke cali weed, don’t f-ck with rego
vicodin, sticky green hits clean
face my vaporizing machine
jehovah’s witness, that was the law
but i be still smoking weed up in the hall (ha, ha, ha!)
in the street, d12 is well-respected
looking for bizarre, i’m on louise in seconds
b-tt-naked, f-ckin’ a 12 year-old anorexic (uhh!)
’cause she’s lonely and neglected (aww!)
i’m in a stolen unicorn with a f-cked up stereo
my n-gg-, first keep the heater with no cereal
and peace to detroit’s most wanted
and my n-gg- dre-deuce, i need my twenty-five hundred

[chorus]
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on

[verse 2]
i’m from the 7 miles stop, where n-gg-s is going at your mouth
runnin’ your house and p-ssin’ your f-ckin’ spouse (b–tch!)
all my n-gg-s get drunk, got liver disease
all your n-gg-s went to school, p-ss they s.a.t.s
don’t be fooled by the rocks i got
’cause, ’cause i’m still crazy from the shot (for real, n-gg-)
a stolen cadillac, drinking a bottle of yak
drunk as f-ck, driving fouler than [?]
d12, we ain’t a group, we a gang
when these nines bang
like rolls-royce, they run for the train
when bizarre shoot, i ain’t listen
river ride, b-tch, i’m somewhere fishin’
when my dogs come, ring the alarm
you see so many pictures ‘fore you use that big boy’s farm
d-12 is the wackest group, period
how could i take a suburban n-gg- serious? (f-ck you)
n-gg-s pop sh-t, i’m quick to k!ll ’em
somebody get on the phone and call sergeant williams (h-llo?)
the sickest rap group from the great lakes
see y’all n-gg-s next d12 mixtape

[chorus]
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on
drop that waist, it’s on

[outro]
ay, are you crazy? get up!
ahahaha, y’all n-gg-s actin’ stupid as h-ll
get the f-ck up, n-gg-
d-mn, i know pills ain’t doing that, too
n-gg-, you foolish!
ayo, south, yo, yo, sow, n-gg-
yo, yo, yo don’t fight in the studio dawg
yo, chill out, dirty harry chill out man what you doing?
where kuniva?
yo, man! go get kuniva
yo, get this, you know what the f-ck
man, this n-gg-, d-mn, man
this n-gg- doo-wop on a motherf-ckin’ floor
this n-gg- dirty harry sittin’ here with that motherf-ckin’ boxer and some motherf-ckin’ dirty–ss sock to ’em
man, you fool

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