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40oz (Pour Your 40 Out) by D12

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40oz (Pour Your 40 Out)

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40oz (Pour Your 40 Out)

What! What! ...........

[Intro: Kuniva]
Yeah nigga!
D12 up in this movafuc*in
you know how it gets
We wilin' in the club
Everybody get crunk
Detroit too nigga
So wile the fuc* out!

[Chorus:]
Pour your 40 out (Dozen) [ x 8 ]
Bitch!!!

[Bizzare]
We fuc*ed up
let us in the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month
Any nigga pop's, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyan, 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
Wile the fuc* out, stab you with a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuc*in' fight

[Repeat Chorus]

[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in their throat
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuc* up, and get the fuc* 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
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .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!!!!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Kuniva]
We deep as a muvafuc*er, 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 dont supposed 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 flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
Run into your car and skatin off free g-ing
We make examples out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the reason why your peoples is pourin their 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggas bloody
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies

[Repeat 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
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce
See that 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, drinking henny, remy, in that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty

[Repeat Chorus]

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