What! What!(all throughout the intro)
Intro: [Kuniva}
Yeah nigga! D12 up in this motherfucker, you know how it gets.
We wilin' in the club. Everybody get crunk. Detroit too nigga. So wile the fuck out!

hook:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!


Bizarre:
We fucked up,
let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug,
I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month.
Any nigga poppin 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
Wile the fuck out, stab you with a knife.
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight

hook:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!


Hood_dawg:
you'll be disbelievin' that once you start beefin'
i'll be turning this bitch into hunting season
once this track be releasin' you'll be runnin' without reason
and i'm not teasin' i'm serious never leave me furious
cuz i'll leave your disapperance mysterious
and if you get too curious expect ta be lookin' down a barrel
i be leavin' your ass in peril, cuz i leave the police pleadin' for peace
fuckin' ass decease i use my words without a mispronounce
D12 and me got sumthin' ta announce so c'mon pour out your 40 oz.

hook:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!


Hood_dawg:
Just admit it D-12 World left you swirled and twirled
til' u just sat down and hurled then u cried like a lil girl
we party with 40 ounces, gin and tonic, even the chronic
pullin' ho's hoping they'll just jump on it, i'm a gadget freak
everything bout me is electronic and i pull moves like any james bond hit
so throw it up cuz dis remix is the shit


hook:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!

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 then
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 Ave. 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.

hook:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!