D-12 Pour The 40 Out Lyrics

Pour The 40 Out Lyrics

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

Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!

You know how we get nigga we wild in the club

Motherfuckers, 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 the club

One of y'all niggaz gon catch a slug

I'm 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'll have my wife, cut your throat

Blunts - gans, that's all we smoke

Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a knife

It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!



[Chorus]



[Verse - Eminem]

Who's trying to be the first 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 don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!

My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door!

You hit the door, but we going in and 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 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 sipping on and let's get it on!!



[Chorus]



[Verse - Kuniva]

We deep as a motherfucker, 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 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 and 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's the name I want

I'm 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's coming loose

See me on the ave daily, be running this shit

If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch

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]