2Pac ft. Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor

[Intro]
Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Cooley, sittin' in the pen
Light up a fat one for this one
How you come up man?

[Verse 1]
I started young kickin dust and,
Living rough,
You watch you mouth around my mama,
you couldn't cuss man,
I had a down ass homie though,
We ran the streets,
And on the scene at the age of fourteen,
Huh,
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45,
We're drinking forties, lil' shorties living naughty lives,
You couldn't stop us,
Long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers,
Hanging on the block, slanging rocks and making propers
I couldn't fuck with the school life,
I was a fool,
I claim that muthafucka for a two, man
Tonight'll be the night,
That's what we thinking,
Hustling in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinking,
Playing them hoes like manure,
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (haha),
It's two niggas coming up out the hood,
Living life just as good as we could,
But since a bitch can't be trusted,
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted,
The cops whooping on my nigga in jail,
Tryna get a motherfucker to tell,
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga,
Damn, I miss my nigga,
Pour out a little liquor!

[Chorus]
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This goes out to all you so called Gs
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfucking partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
What's that you drinkin on?

[Verse 2]
Drinking on gin, smoking on blunts and it's on,
Reminiscin bout my niggas, that's dead and gone,
And though they're buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry,
'Cause I'm losing all my homies in a fluury (damn),
I've got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle,
Boxing with them suckers till 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 being big time Gs,
Rolling in marked cars, moving them keys,
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo,
Get toe down for my niggas in the pen, yo,
Your son's getting big and strong,
And I done loved him like one of my own, till you come home and,
The years sure fly with the quickness,
You do the time and I'll keep handlin your business,
That's the way it's supposed to be,
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me,
Homie, I can remember scrapping back to back,
Throwing dogs on them suckers running up on the young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture,
And let you know how much a nigga miss ya,
Pour out some liquor!

[Outro]
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
look at you
Drinking got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor
This for my nigga Madman
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Dags, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfucking piece, yeah (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, yeah
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This one goes out to all my mack partners
back in the motherfucking Bay
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Oaktown still in the motherfucking house
Pour out a little liquor
My nigga Richie Rich, Govenor
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey
All my real motherfucking partners
Pour out a little liquor
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
(my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor