Various Artists - Pour Out A Little Liquor - 2pac lyrics

(Tupac) Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie n***a This one here go out ot my n***a Mike Coolage Light up fat one for this one How you come up man? Started young kickin dust and livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss maaannn I had a down a** homie thou We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen I packed a nine and my n***a packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies You couldn't stop us who cares ? i got my glock fu*k the coppers Hangin on the block slangin' rocks and makin' propers I couldn't f** with the schhhoooollll life I was a fool I'll play that mutha f**a for a toooollll man Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like munure First let my n***a f** then i f** that's how we do it (Ha ha ha) It's two n***as comin up out da hood livin lfe just as good as we could Since a b**h can't be trusted Hoes snitch to the police Now my n***as busted Cops whoopin' on my n***a in jail tryin' to get a muthaf**a to tell and couldn't nobody diss my n***a damn I miss my n***a Pour out a little liqour This goes out to all you so called G's pour out a little liquor for real muthaf**in partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh. Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour What's that you drinkin on ? Drinkin' on Gin smokin' on blunts and it's on reminicin' about my n***as that's dead n' gone Now they burried sometimes my eyes still get blurry cuz 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**as 'till my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this' Don't wanna think so I hit the drink n' stay blitz We had plans of being big time G's Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys Now I roll down the window blaze up some endo And get towed down for my n***as in the penn yo Your son's gettin' big and strong and i'd love'm like one of my own Till you come homie the years sure fly away the quickness you doin' the time And i'll keep handle your 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**as while runnin' up on this young hog I hope these words paint a perfect picture let ya know how much ya n***a miss ya Pour out some little liqour look at ya drinkin got you and ya don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some little liqour n***a it ain't like that tip that sh** over Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour... ....Oakland still in the mutha f**in house my n***a Richie Rich.... Pour out a little liqour