Pour Out A Little Liquor - 2Pac
[2Pac]
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies n_gga
This one here go out to my n_gga 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 ass homie though; we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my n_gga packed a forty-five
We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, F_CK the coppers
Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
I couldn't f_ck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherf_cker 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 n_gga f_ck and then I f_ck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
It's two n_ggaz 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 n_gga's busted
The cops whoopin on my n_gga in jail
tryin to get a motherf_cker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my n_gga
Damn, I miss my n_gga
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 motherf_ckin 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 n_ggaz, 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 s_ckers 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 n_ggaz 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 s_ckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a n_gga 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 n_gga!
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" [4X]
This for my n_gga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherf_ckin piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherf_ckin Bay
Oaktown still in the motherf_ckin house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My n_gga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
All my real motherf_ckin partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, f_ck you busta ass n_ggaz
Yeah n_gga, pour out a little liquor!!
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