Tonight

Lyrics

[Intro] Check it out, y'all You be foolish , man You's a crazy motherfucker All my niggas from the 7 Mile section Bring 'em out You don't stop Cartier, hell, get some weed [Verse 1] Guess who's back, it's Mr. Fuck-All-Y'all For y'all niggas get my balls, write my gang signs on your walls Fuck a lotta hoes, do a lotta shows Smoke Cali weed, don't fuck with Rego Vicodin, sticky green hits clean Face my vaporizing machine Jehovah's witness, that was the law But I be still smoking weed up in the hall (ha, ha, ha!) In the street, D12 is well-respected Looking for Bizarre, I'm on Louise in seconds Butt-naked, fuckin' a 12 year-old anorexic (uhh!) 'Cause she's lonely and neglected (aww!) I'm in a stolen unicorn with a fucked up stereo My nigga, first keep the heater with no cereal And peace to Detroit's most wanted And my nigga Dre-deuce, I need my twenty-five hundred [Chorus] Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on [Verse 2] I'm from the 7 Miles stop, where niggas is going at your mouth Runnin' your house and pissin' your fuckin' spouse (biatch!) All my niggas get drunk, got liver disease All your niggas went to school, pass they S.A.T.s Don't be fooled by the rocks I got 'Cause, 'cause I'm still crazy from the shot (for real, nigga) A stolen Cadillac, drinking a bottle of yak Drunk as fuck, driving fouler than [?] D12, we ain't a group, we a gang When these nines bang Like Rolls-Royce, they run for the train When Bizarre shoot, I ain't listen River ride, bitch, I'm somewhere fishin' When my dogs come, ring the alarm You see so many pictures 'fore you use that big boy's farm D-12 is the wackest group, period How could I take a suburban nigga serious? (fuck you) Niggas pop shit, I'm quick to kill 'em Somebody get on the phone and call Sergeant Williams (hello?) The sickest rap group from the Great Lakes See y'all niggas next D12 mixtape [Chorus] Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on Drop that waist, it's on [Outro] Ay, are you crazy? Get up! Ahahaha, y'all niggas actin' stupid as hell Get the fuck up, nigga Damn, I know pills ain't doing that, too Nigga, you foolish! Ayo, South, yo, yo, sow, nigga Yo, yo, yo don't fight in the studio dawg Yo, chill out, Derty Harry chill out man what you doing? Where Kuniva? Yo, man! Go get Kuniva Yo, get this, you know what the fuck Man, this nigga, damn, man This nigga doo-wop on a motherfuckin' floor This nigga Dirty Harry sittin' here with that motherfuckin' boxer and some motherfuckin' dirty-ass sock to 'em Man, you fool