[Intro]
Check it out, y'all
You be foolish , man
You's a crazy motherfucker
All my n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a, first keep the heater with no cereal
And peace to Detroit's most wanted
And my n***a 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***as is going at your mouth
Runnin' your house and pissin' your fuckin' spouse (biatch!)
All my n***as get drunk, got liver disease
All your n***as 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***a)
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 n***a serious? (fuck you)
N***as 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 n***as 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***as actin' stupid as hell
Get the fuck up, n***a
Damn, I know pills ain't doing that, too
N***a, you foolish!
Ayo, South, yo, yo, sow, n***a
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 n***a, damn, man
This n***a doo-wop on a motherfuckin' floor
This n***a Dirty Harry sittin' here with that motherfuckin' boxer and some motherfuckin' dirty-ass sock to 'em
Man, you fool