Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics
<e&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1795-2_pac~pour_out_a_little_liquor_lyrics.html ]#109;>[2Pac]<br />Yeah<br />Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga<br />This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie<br />(Light up a fat one for this one)<br />How you come up man?<br /><br />I started young kickin dust and, livin rough<br />You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man<br />I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets<br />And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh<br />I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five<br />We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives<br />You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers <br />Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits<br />I couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool<br />I'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man<br />Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin<br />Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin<br />Playin them hoes like manure<br />First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)<br />It's two niggaz comin up out the hood<br />livin life just as good as we could<br />But since a bitch can't be trusted <br />Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted<br />The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail<br />tryin to get a motherfucker to tell<br />And couldn't nobody diss my nigga<br />Damn, I miss my nigga<br />Pour out a little liquor!<br /><br />"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" <em>[4X]<br /><br />This goes out to all you so called G's<br />Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners<br />Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh<br />Pour out a little liquor<br />Pour out a little liquor<br />What's that you drinkin on?<br /><br />Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on <br />Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone<br />And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry<br />Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry<br />I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle<br />Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple <br />Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"<br />Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed<br />We had plans of bein big time G's<br />Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys<br />And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo<br />Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo<br />Your son's gettin big and strong <br />and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and<br />the years sure fly with the quickness<br />You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business<br />That's the way it's supposed to be <br />Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me<br />Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back<br />Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog<br />I hope my words can paint a perfect picture<br />And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya<br />Pour out some liquor!<br /><br />"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go"<br /><br />Look at you<br />Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners<br />Pour out some liquor nigga!<br />It ain't like that<br />Tip that shit over<br />Pour out a little liquor!<br /><br />"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" <em>[4X]<br /><br />This for my nigga Madman<br />Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah<br />A little liquor for my homies y'all<br />We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH<br />Pour out a little liquor<br />Young Queen, YEAH<br />This one goes out to all my mack partners<br />Back in the motherfuckin Bay<br />Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house<br />(Pour out a little liquor)<br />My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na<br />(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)<br />All my real motherfuckin partners<br />(Pour out a little liquor)<br />And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz<br />Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!<br />