Pour Your 40 Out Lyrics - D-12

Yeahhhh Nigga 

Its D12 up in this motherfucka' 

you know how we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka' 

everybody get crunk in detroit too nigga 

so wild da fuck out 

[Chorus] 

Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) 

(8x) 

Bitch!!! 

[Bizzare] 

We fucked up 

Let us in the club 

One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah) 

I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month 

Any nigga poppin shit go to the trunk 

D12 start shit nigga come get us 

7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas wit us 

Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit 

Ain't got no problem with smackin no bitch 

I'll have my wife cut your throat 

Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke 

Wild the fuck out stab you with a knife 

It's D12 nigga we ready to fuckin' fight 

[Chorus] 

[Eminem] 

Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat 

You know the po-po won't let me hold them toastas' no mo' 

I just cut three people, you gon' be number fo' 

If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the flo' 

My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do' 

You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home 

Security that can't even stop us because they know, 

Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go 

Suckin on our 40's and holdin our 44's 

We come with toasters like we just opened saving's 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] 

[Kuniva] 

We deep as a fuck, we bout to get it crunk 

you just another punk in the club about to get jumped 

I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas 

We don't 'posed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us 

Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle 

Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble 

Elbows flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating 

Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing 

We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth 

You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40's out 

Dirty Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas bloodied 

And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies 

[Chorus] 

[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 then 

Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair 

On the Isle in the Vette bumpin' seven deuce 

See the top on that 40 you know it's comin' loose 

See me on the Ave. daily we runnin' this shit 

If your chick get loud I g-money that bitch 

Packin mags and clips I'll smash your clique 

Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet 

Smoking weed drinkin' Henny, Remy, in that Jimmy 

Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty 

[Chorus]