Yeah *****, it's D12 up in this mother***ker
You know how we get ***** we wild in the club
Mother***kers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too *****
So while the ***k out

Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
*****

We ***ked up, let us in the club
One of y'all *****s gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I can hurl for a month
Any ***** pop ****, go to the trunk
D12 start ****, ***** come get us
7 Mile Runyan, wild *****s wit us

'Cause all my *****s is talkin' that ****
Ain't got no problem, with smackin' no *****
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the ***k out, stab you with a knife
It's D12 *****, we ready to ***kin' fight

Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
*****

Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate 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 ***k up, and get the ***k 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 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 your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
*****

We deep as a mother***k, 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, br*** knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble

Elbows flying, *****s crying, *****s 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 40s out
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat *****s bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies

Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
*****

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 then
Only talk to a ***** 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 ****
If your chick get loud, I g-money that *****
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

Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
*****