d 12 - 40 oz lyrics
[intro – kuniva] (background “what! what! what!”)
yeah n-gg-! it’s d12 up in this motherf-cker!
you know how we get n-gg- we wild in the club
motherf-ckers, everybody get crunk in detroit too n-gg-!
so wile the f-ck out!
[chorus]
pour your 40 out!! guzzle it! pour your 40 out!! guzzle it!
pour your 40 out!! guzzle it! pour your 40 out!! guzzle it!
pour your 40 out!! guzzle it! pour your 40 out!! guzzle it!
pour your 40 out!! guzzle it! pour your 40 out!! b-tch!!!
[verse – bizarre]
we f-cked up, let us in da club
one of y’all n-gg-z gon catch a slug
i’m so drunk, i can url for a month
any n-gg- pop sh-t, go to the trunk
d12 start sh-t, n-gg- come get us
7 mile runyon, wild n-gg-z wit us
cause all my n-gg-z, is talking that sh-t
aint got no problem, wit smacking no b-tch
i’ll have my wife, cut your throat
blunts – gans, that’s all we smoke
wile the f-ck out, stab you wit a knife
it’s d12 n-gg-, we ready to f-cking 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 mo!
i just clapped three people, you gon be number fo!
if you don’t back the f-ck up and get the f-ck off the floor!
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 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!!
[chorus]
[verse – kuniva]
we deep as a motherf-cker, 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 ain’t ‘posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
switch blade, br-ss knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
elbows flyin, b-tches cryin, n-gg-z bleedin
you retreatin, running to your car and skatin off, we g’ing(n-gg-)
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 n-gg-z bl–dy
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-tch – wit burgundy hair
on the isle in the vet, b-mpin 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-tch
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]
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