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letra de pour the 40 out - d12

[intro – kuniva] (background “what! what! what!”)
yeah n-gg-! it’s d12 up in this motherf-cker!
you know how we get n-gg- we wild in the club
motherf-ckers, everybody get crunk in detroit too n-gg-!
so wile the f-ck out!

[chorus]
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-tch!!!

[verse – bizarre]
we f-cked up, let us in the club
one of y’all n-gg-z gon catch a slug
i’m so drunk, i could hurl for a month
any n-gg- pop sh-t, go to the trunk
d12 start sh-t, n-gg- come get us
7 mile runyan, wild n-gg-z wit us
cause all my n-gg-z, is talking that sh-t
and got no problem, wit smacking no b-tch
i’ll have my wife, cut your throat
blunts – gans, that’s all we smoke
wile the f-ck out, stab you wit a knife
it’s d12 n-gg-, we ready to f-cking fight!

[chorus]

[verse – eminem]
who’s trying to be the first one
to catch this blade in the throat?!
you know them po po don’t let me hold ’em toasters no more!
i just clapped three people, you gon be number four!
if you don’t back the f-ck up and get the f-ck off the floor!
my crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door!
you hit the door, but we going in and you going home!
security, they can’t even stop us because they know!
runyon avenue soldiers hold it 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 sipping on and let’s get it on!!

[chorus]

[verse – kuniva]
we deep as a motherf-cker, 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 ain’t sposed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
switch blade, br-ss knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
elbows flying, b-tches crying, n-gg-z bleeding
you retreating, running to your car and skating off, free g’ing
we make examples outta you haters running yo mouth
you reason why your peoples is pouring they 40’s out
dirty dozen wiling, beat n-gg-z bl–dy
and you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!

[chorus]

[verse – proof]
i was raised by drunks so i became a drunk
80 proof on this roca, that’s the name i want
i’m in the club to beef, you got to murder me then
only talk to a b-tch – wit burgundy hair
on the isle, in a vette, b-mping seven duece!
see that top on that 40, you know it’s coming loose
see me on the ave daily, be running this sh-t
if your chick get loud i’ll g money that b-tch
packing mags and clips, i’ll smash ya clique
because of proof they put the g in the alphabet
smoking weed, drinking henny, remy and that jimmy
don’t worry if you run out the corner store got plenty!

[chorus]

- d12

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