Pour Out A Little Liquor

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 a*s 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, f**k the coppers Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits I couldn't f**k with the school life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker for a tool man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like manure First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k, 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 motherf**ker 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 My cousin died last year and I still can't let go My cousin died last year and I still can't let go My cousin died last year and I still can't let go This goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin' 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 '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*ckers '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 s*ckers 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 My cousin died last year and I still can't let go My cousin died last year and I still can't let go My cousin died last year and I still can't let go This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**kin' piece, yeah Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin' Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin' house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Night train, Hennessey) All my real motherf**kin' partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta a*s niggaz Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor