Pour Out A Little Liquor ft. Thug Life Lyrics

Pour Out A Little Liquor ft. Thug Life - 2Pac

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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 14, huh

I packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45

We drinkin' 40's, 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 school life, I was a fool

I'll play that motherfucker for a tool 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 police, 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

This goes out to all you so called G's

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

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

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

Pour out a little liquor

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

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 'em 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

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

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah

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

A little liquor for my homies y'all

We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah

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

Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah

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

This one goes out to all my mack partners

Back in the motherfuckin' Bay

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

Oak town, still in the motherfuckin' house

(Pour out a little liquor)

My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na

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

(I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)

All my real motherfuckin' partners

(Pour out a little liquor)

And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz

Yeah nigga, bad man (come on, pour out a little liquor)

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Tupac Amaru Shakur / Kenneth Gamble / Leon A. Huff

Pour Out a Little Liquor lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Amaru Publishing