Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics

Pour Out A Little Liquor lyrics

[2Pac]
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
This one
here go out to my nigga 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 nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin forties, lil' shorties
livin naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the
coppers
Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
I couldn't
fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker
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 nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it
(ha ha!)
It's two niggaz comin up out the hood
livin life just as good as
we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-lice,
now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail
tryin to get a
motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my
nigga
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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz, 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
niggaz 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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga!
It ain't like that
Tip that shit
over
Pour out a little liquor!

"My cousin died last year and I still
can't let go" (4X)

This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk
yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfuckin piece
YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to
all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin Bay
Oaktown still in the
motherfuckin house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich,
Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
All my real motherfuckin
partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin,
fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!