Pour Out A Little Liquor lyrics

Artist  : Thug Life 
Song : Pour Out A Little Liquor
 


[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!!