2pac - Pour Out A Little Liquor lyrics

[2Pac] Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies n***a This one here go out to my n***a 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 a** homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my n***a packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fu*k the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't f** with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**er 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***a f** and then I f** that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two n***az comin up out the hood livin life just as good as we could But since a b**h can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my n***a's busted The cops whoopin on my n***a in jail tryin to get a motherf**er to tell And couldn't nobody diss my n***a Damn, I miss my n***a 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**in 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***az, 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**ers 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***az 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** for me Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back Throwin dogs on them s**ers runnin up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a n***a 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***a! It ain't like that Tip that sh** over Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" [4X] This for my n***a Madman Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**in piece YEAH Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, YEAH This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**in Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**in house (Pour out a little liquor) My n***a Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**in partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f** you busta a** n***az Yeah n***a, pour out a little liquor!!