文本歌词

40 Oz. (Remix) - Eminem/D12/Lil Scrappy
Bizarre：
We f**ked up
Let us in the club
One of y'all n***as gon' catch a slug
Yeah
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
Any n***a pop s**t go to the trunk
D12 start s**t n***a come get us
7 Mile Runyon wild n***as with us
'Cause all my n***as is talkin' that s**t
Ain't got no problem with smackin' no b***h
I'll have my wife cut your throat
Blunts gans that's all we smoke
Wild the f**k out stab you with a knife
It's D12 n***a we ready to f**kin' fight
Eminem：
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 clapped three people you gon' be number four
If you don't back the f**k up and get the f**k up off the flo'
My crew is takin' over as soon as we hit the do'
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
Chuggin' on our 40s and holdin' up .44s
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
Guzzle it
Kuniva：
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 with AK's Berettas
We don't 'posed 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 flyin' b***hes cryin' n***as bleedin' you retreatin'
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 wildin' beat n***as bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Proof：
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 dead
Only talk to a b***h with burgundy hair
Or the aisle in the 'Vette bumpin' Seven-Deuce
See that top on that 40 you know it's comin' loose
See me on the ave daily be runnin' this s**t
If your chick get loud I g-money that b***h
Packin' mags and clips I'll smash your clique
Because of Proof they put the 'G' in the alphabet
Smokin' w**d drinkin' Henny Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
Guzzle it
Pour your 40 out
B***h