Текст песни D-12 - Pour Your 40 Out
D-12 - Pour Your 40 Out слова песни
Yeahhhh NiggaIts D12 up in this motherfucka`you know how we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka`everybody get crunk in detroit too niggaso wild da fuck out[Chorus]Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It)(8x) Bitch!!![Bizzare]We fucked upLet us in the clubOne of y`all n|ggas gon` catch a slug (Yeah)I`m so drunk I could hurl for a monthAny nigga poppin shit go to the trunkD12 start shit nigga come get us7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas wit usCause all my niggas is talkin` that shitAin`t got no problem with smackin no bitchI`ll have my wife cut your throatBlunts, gans, that`s all we smokeWild the fuck out stab you with a knifeIt`s D12 nigga we ready to fuckin` fight[Chorus][Eminem]Who tryin` to be the first one to catch this plate in the throatYou 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 fuck up and get the fuck 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` homeSecurity that can`t even stop us because they know,Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we goSuckin on our 40`s and holdin our 44`sWe come with toasters like we just opened saving`s and loansAnd we don`t need your brew tonight homie we brought our ownSo grab whatever you sippin on and let`s get it on![Chorus][Kuniva]We deep as a fuck, we bout to get it crunkyou just another punk in the club about to get jumpedI settle my vendettas with AK`s, BerettasWe don`t `posed to be in here with our weapons but still they let usSwitchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckleBroken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell troubleElbows flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreatingRun into your car and skatin off, We G`ingWe make example out of you haters runnin` your mouthYou the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40`s outDirty Dozen `wildin, beatin niggas bloodiedAnd you gon` have to pour out a keg for all your homies[Chorus][Proof]I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk80 Proof on this vodka that`s the name I wantI`m in the club to beef you gotta murder me thenOnly talk to a bitch with burgundy hairOn the Isle in the Vette bumpin` seven deuceSee the top on that 40 you know it`s comin` looseSee me on the Ave. daily we runnin` this shitIf your chick get loud I g-money that bitchPackin mags and clips I`ll smash your cliqueBecause of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabetSmoking weed drinkin` Henny, Remy, in that JimmyDon`t worry if we run out the corner store got plenty[Chorus]