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2Pac
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigg*
This one here go out to my nigg* 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 as* homie though; we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigg* packed a forty-five
We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fcK the coppers
Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
I couldn't fk with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfker for a toooollll 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 nigg* fk and then I fk that's how we do it (ha ha!)
It's two comin up out the hood
livin life just as good as we could
But since a b*tch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigg*'s busted
The cops whoopin on my nigg* in jail
tryin to get a motherfker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigg*
d*mn, I miss my nigg*
Pour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" 4X
This goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfkin 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 , 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 wanna 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 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 s**t for me
Homie, I can remember scr*pin 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 nigg* 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 nigg*!
It ain't like that
Tip that s**t over
Pour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" 4X
This for my nigg* Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfkin piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfkin Bay
Oaktown still in the motherfkin house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigg* Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
All my real motherfkin partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fk you busta as*
Yeah nigg*, pour out a little liquor!!