[Intro]

Check it out, y'all

You be foolish , man

You's a crazy motherfucker

All my niggas from the 7 Mile section

Bring 'em out

You don't stop

Cartier, hell, get some weed

[Verse 1]

Guess who's back, it's Mr. Fuck-All-Y'all

For y'all niggas get my balls, write my gang signs on your walls

Fuck a lotta hoes, do a lotta shows

Smoke Cali weed, don't fuck with Rego

Vicodin, sticky green hits clean

Face my vaporizing machine

Jehovah's witness, that was the law

But I be still smoking weed up in the hall (ha, ha, ha!)

In the street, D12 is well-respected

Looking for Bizarre, I'm on Louise in seconds

Butt-naked, fuckin' a 12 year-old anorexic (uhh!)

'Cause she's lonely and neglected (aww!)

I'm in a stolen unicorn with a fucked up stereo

My nigga, first keep the heater with no cereal

And peace to Detroit's most wanted

And my nigga Dre-deuce, I need my twenty-five hundred

[Chorus]

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

[Verse 2]

I'm from the 7 Miles stop, where niggas is going at your mouth

Runnin' your house and pissin' your fuckin' spouse (biatch!)

All my niggas get drunk, got liver disease

All your niggas went to school, pass they S.A.T.s

Don't be fooled by the rocks I got

'Cause, 'cause I'm still crazy from the shot (for real, nigga)

A stolen Cadillac, drinking a bottle of yak

Drunk as fuck, driving fouler than [?]

D12, we ain't a group, we a gang

When these nines bang

Like Rolls-Royce, they run for the train

When Bizarre shoot, I ain't listen

River ride, bitch, I'm somewhere fishin'

When my dogs come, ring the alarm

You see so many pictures 'fore you use that big boy's farm

D-12 is the wackest group, period

How could I take a suburban nigga serious? (fuck you)

Niggas pop shit, I'm quick to kill 'em

Somebody get on the phone and call Sergeant Williams (hello?)

The sickest rap group from the Great Lakes

See y'all niggas next D12 mixtape

[Chorus]

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

Drop that waist, it's on

[Outro]

Ay, are you crazy? Get up!

Ahahaha, y'all niggas actin' stupid as hell

Get the fuck up, nigga

Damn, I know pills ain't doing that, too

Nigga, you foolish!

Ayo, South, yo, yo, sow, nigga

Yo, yo, yo don't fight in the studio dawg

Yo, chill out, Derty Harry chill out man what you doing?

Where Kuniva?

Yo, man! Go get Kuniva

Yo, get this, you know what the fuck

Man, this nigga, damn, man

This nigga doo-wop on a motherfuckin' floor

This nigga Dirty Harry sittin' here with that motherfuckin' boxer and some motherfuckin' dirty-ass sock to 'em

Man, you fool