D-12 - Pour Your 40 Out lyrics

Yeahhhh n***a Its D12 up in this motherf**a' you know how we get crunk and wild in this motherf**a' everybody get crunk in detroit too n***a so wild da f** out [Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) b**h!!! [Bizzare] We f**ed 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 n***a poppin sh** go to the trunk D12 start sh** n***a come get us 7 Mile Runyon, wild n***as wit us Cause all my n***as is talkin' that sh** Ain't got no problem with smackin no b**h I'll have my wife cut your throat Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke Wild the f** out stab you with a knife It's D12 n***a we ready to f**in' 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 f** up and get the f** 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 s**in 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 f**, 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, bra** knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble Elbows flyin, n***as crying, n***as 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 n***as 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 b**h 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 sh** If your chick get loud I g-money that b**h 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]