Tonight lyrics

[Intro]
Check it out, y'all
You be foolish , man
You's a crazy motherf*cker
All my n*ggas 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. f*ck-All-Y'all
For y'all n*ggas get my balls, write my gang signs on your walls
f*ck a lotta hoes, do a lotta shows
Smoke Cali weed, don't f*ck 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, f*ckin' a 12 year-old anorexic (uhh!)
'Cause she's lonely and neglected (aww!)
I'm in a stolen unicorn with a f*cked up stereo
My n*gga, first keep the heater with no cereal
And peace to Detroit's most wanted
And my n*gga 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 n*ggas is going at your mouth
Runnin' your house and p*ssin' your f*ckin' spouse (biatch!)
All my n*ggas get drunk, got liver disease
All your n*ggas 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, n*gga)
A stolen Cadillac, drinking a bottle of yak
Drunk as f*ck, 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, b*tch, 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 n*gga serious? (f*ck you)
n*ggas pop sh*t, 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas actin' stupid as hell
Get the f*ck up, n*gga
Damn, I know pills ain't doing that, too
n*gga, you foolish!
Ayo, South, yo, yo, sow, n*gga
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 f*ck
Man, this n*gga, damn, man
This n*gga doo-wop on a motherf*ckin' floor
This n*gga Dirty Harry sittin' here with that motherf*ckin' boxer and some motherf*ckin' dirty-ass sock to 'em
Man, you fool