Listen to 40 Oz. song with lyrics from D-12

40 Oz.

D-1227 Apr 2004

40 Oz. Lyrics

40 Oz - D-12

Yeah ni**a

It's D12 up in this motherf**ker

You know how we get ni**a we wild in the club

Motherf**kers

Everybody get crunk in Detroit too ni**a

So wile the f**k out

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out bitchu

We f**ked up

Let us in da club

One of y'all niggaz gone catch a slug

 

I'm so drunk

I can url for a month

Any ni**a pop sh*t

Go to the trunk

D12 start sh*t

Ni**a come get us

7 Mile Runyon

Wild niggaz wit us

'Cause all my niggaz is talking that sh*t

Ain't got no problem

Wit smacking no b**ch

I'll have my wife

Cut your throat

Blunts - gans that's all we smoke

Wile the f**k out

Stab you wit a knife

It's D12 ni**a

We ready to f**king fight

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out B**ch

Who's trying to be the first one

To catch this blade in the throat

You know them po po won't

Let me hold 'em toasters no more

 

I just cut three people you gon

Be number four

If you don't back the f**k up

And get the f**k off the floor

My crew is taking over as soon

As we hit the door

You hit the door but we comin' in

And you goin' home

Security they can't even stop us

Because they know

Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down

Wherever we go

Chugging on our 40's and holding

Our forty-fo's

 

We come wit 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 sippin' on

And let's get it on

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out b**ch

We deep as a motherf**ker

We bout to get it crunk

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

I settle my vendettas wit AKs barettas

We don't posed to be in here

Wit our weapons but still they let us

Switch blade Brass knuckles

Nickel plated belt buckles

Broken beer bottles when

We walk in you can smell trouble

Elbows flyin'

B**ches cryin'

Niggaz bleedin'

You retreatin

Running to your car and skatin off we G'ing

We make examples outta

You haters running yo mouth

You're the reason why you

Peoples is pouring they 40's out

 

Dirty Dozen wiling beat niggaz bloody

And you gon have to pour out

A keg for all your homies

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out b**ch

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 b**ch - wit burgundy hair

On the isle in the Vet

Bumpin' Seven Duece

See that top on that 40

You know it's comin' loose

See me on the ave daily

Be running this sh*t

If your chick get loud

I'll G Money that b**ch

Packing mags and clips

I'll smash ya clique

Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet

 

Smoking w**d Drinking Henny

Remy and that Jimmy

Don't worry if you run out

The corner store got plenty

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out Guzzle it

Pour the 40 out b**ch

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***