40 Oz lyrics

Artist  : D12 
Song : 40 Oz



 Send "40 Oz" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
[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]