D12 - Pour The 40 Out lyrics

[Intro - Kuniva] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
Yea nigga! It is D12 up in this motherf*cker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherf*ckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the f*ck 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!! BITCH!!!

[Verse - Bizarre]
We f*cked up, let us in the club
One of y´all niggaz gon catch a slug
I am so drunk, I could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
And got no problem, wit smacking no bitch
I will have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts - gans, that is all we smoke
Wile the f*ck out, stab you wit a knife
It is D12 nigga, we ready to f*cking fight!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Eminem]
Who has trying to be the 1st one
To catch this blade in the throat?!
You know them po po don´t let me hold em toasters no more!
I just clapped three people, you gon be number four!
If you do not back the f*ck up & get the f*ck off the floor!
My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we going in & you going home!
Security, they can´t even stop us because they know!
Runyon avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we gO!
Chugging on our 40´s & holding our forty-fo´s!
We come wit toasters like we just opened savings & loans!
And we do not need your brew tonight homie we brought our own!
So grab whatever you sipping on & 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 aint sposed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggaz bleeding
You retreating, running to your car & skating off, free G´ing
We make examples outta you haters running yo mouth
You reason why your 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!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Proof]
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof on this roca, that is the name I want
I am in the club to beef, you got to murder me then
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle, in a vette, bumping Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it is coming loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this shit
If your chick get loud I will G Money that bitch
Packing mags & clips, I will smash ya clique
Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy & that Jimmy
Don´t worry if you run out the corner store got plenty!

[Chorus]

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