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This is Infamouz and Misgif aka Spoken Bone, 2 mc's from Atlanta. We rap about Motivational good stuff and wicked evil shit too. Check out our music
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#151,576 today
Peak #1,299
#94,640 in subgenre
Peak #735
Author
M.Williams, J.Kent, M. Mathers, R.Johnson, V.C,D,H
Rights
Shady/Interscope Records
Uploaded
May 24, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[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!! BITCH!!!
[Verse - Misgif]
We fucked up, let us in the club
One of y'all faggots gon catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month
Any bitches pop shit, go to the trunk
Armageddon start shit, they come get us
7 Mile/Runyan, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
And got no problem, wit smackin no bitch
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Infamouz]
Who's trying to be the first one
To catch his blade in the throat?!
You know them po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just claped three people, you gon be number four!
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you going home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyan avenue soldiers always 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 - Infamouz]
We deep as a motherfucker, we bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas wit AKs, berettas
We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blades, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggaz bleeding
You retreating, running to your car and skating off, re G'ing
We examples outta you haters running yo mouth
You the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out
Armageddon wiling, beat niggaz bloody
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Misgif]
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 got to murder me dead
Only talk to a bitch wit burgundy hair
On the Isle' in a Vette , bumpin Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's coming loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this shit
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch
Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because a puss aint 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]
