Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Oz., artist - D12. Album song D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
40 Oz. |
| You know how we get nigga we wild in the club |
| Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! |
| So wile the fuck out! |
| Pour your 40 out. |
| (Guzzle It) |
| Bitch!!! |
| 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 Runyan, wild niggas wit 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. |
| Biiitch |
| 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 mo' |
| I just cut three people, you gon' be number four |
| 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' home. |
| Security that can’t even stop us because they know, |
| Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go. |
| Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .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!!! |
| We deep as a motherfuck, 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 dont supposed 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 flying, bitches crying, niggas 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 40z out. |
| Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied. |
| And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. |
| Biiitch |
| I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. |
| 80 Proof for this rocker, 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 back, bump a seven deuce. |
| See that top on that 40, you know it’s comin' loose. |
| See me on the Av. |
| daily, we 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. |
| Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy |
| Don’t worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. |