40 Oz.

By D12

On D12 World

Released on April 27, 2004

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[Intro]

Yeah, nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!

You know how we get, nigga, we're wild in the club!

Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too, nigga!

So wild the fuck out!


[Chorus]

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Bitch!)


[Verse 1: Bizarre]

We fucked up!

Let us in the club!

One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah!)

I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month

Any nigga pop shit go to the trunk

D12 start shit, nigga, come get us

7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas with 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]

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Bitch!)


[Verse 2: Eminem]

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

You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no more

I just clapped three people, you're gon' be number four

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

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

You hit the door, but we're comin' in and you're goin' home

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

Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever we go

Chuggin' on our 40s and holdin' our .44s

We come with 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're sippin' on and let's get it on!


[Chorus]

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Bitch!)


[Verse 3: Kuniva]

We deep as a motherfucker, we're 'bout to get it crunk

You're 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', bitches cryin', niggas bleedin', you're retreatin'

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

We make example out of you, haters, runnin' your mouth

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

Dirty Dozen wildin', beat niggas bloodied

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


[Chorus]

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Bitch!)


[Verse 4: 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 there

Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair

Or the aisle in the 'Vette, bumpin' Seven-Deuce

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

See me on the ave daily, be 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

Smokin' weed, drinkin' Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy

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


[Chorus]

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Guzzle it!)

Pour your 40 out! (Bitch!)