Pour Out A Little Liquor-2Pac/Thug Life

Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies ni**a This one here go out to my ni**a Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come up man? I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man I had a down a** homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen huh I packed a nine and my ni**a packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, f**k! The coppers Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits I couldn't f**k with the school life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker for a toll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like manure First let my ni**a f**k and then I f**k that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggas comin' up out the hood Livin' life just as good as we could But since a b**ch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my ni**a's busted The cops whoopin' on my ni**a in jail Tryin' to get a motherf**ker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my ni**a Damn, I miss my ni**a Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" This goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin' partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out a little liquor What's that you drinkin' on? Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry 'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin' with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this" Don't want to think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein' big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get to' down for my niggas in the pen, yo Your son's gettin' big and strong And I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and The years sure fly with the quickness You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the sh*t for me Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a ni**a miss ya Pour out some liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor ni**a! It ain't like that Tip that sh*t over Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" This for my ni**a Madman Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**kin' piece, yeah! Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, yeah! This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin' Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin' house (Pour out a little liquor) My ni**a Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**kin' partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta a** niggas Yeah ni**a, pour out a little liquor!!