40 Oz Lyrics

40 Oz lyrics

[Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in
this motherfucker!You know how we get nigga we wild in the clubMotherfuckers,
everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!So wile the fuck 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 fucked up, let us in da clubOne of y'all niggaz gon catch a slugI'm
so drunk, I can url for a monthAny nigga pop shit, go to the trunkD12 start
shit, nigga come get us7 Mile Runyon, wild niggaz wit usCause all my niggaz, is
talking that shitAint got no problem, wit smacking no bitchI'll have my wife,
cut your throatBlunts - gans, that's all we smokeWile the fuck out, stab you
wit a knifeIt's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight![Chorus][Verse -
Eminem]Who's trying to be the first oneTo 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 fuck up and get the fuck 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 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 motherfucker, we bout to get it crunkYou just another punk in the club about
to get jumpedI settle my vendettas wit AKs, barettasWe don't 'posed to be in
here wit our weapons but still they let usSwitch blade, brass knuckles, nickel
plated belt bucklesBroken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell
troubleElbows flyin, bitches cryin, niggaz bleedinYou retreatin, running to
your car and skatin off, we G'ingWe make examples outta you haters running yo
mouthYou’re the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's outDirty Dozen
wiling, beat niggaz bloodyAnd you gon have to pour out a keg for all your
homies![Chorus][Verse - Proof]I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk80
Proof on this rocker, that's the name I wantI'm in the club to beef, you gotta
murder me thereOnly talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hairOn the isle in the Vet,
bumpin Seven Duece!See that top on that 40, you know it's comin looseSee me on
the ave daily, be running this shitIf your chick get loud I'll G Money that
bitchPacking mags and clips, I'll smash ya cliqueBecause a pussy put the G in
the alphabetSmoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that JimmyDon't worry if you
run out, the corner store got plenty![Chorus]