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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 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 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 'cuz we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it 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 (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) 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 '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 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 with 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 This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year) Dagz (and I still can't let go), Hood, Silk, yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all (my cousin died last year) We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah (and I still can't let go) Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah (my cousin died last year) This (and I still can't let go) one goes out to all my mack partners (Pour out a little liquor) Back in the motherfuckin' Bay (My cousin died last year) Oaktown still in (and I still can't let go) the motherfuckin' house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich (I don't care), Gov'na (Night train, Hennessey) (my cousin died last year) All my real motherfuckin' partners (and I still can't let go) (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin (my cousin died last year) Fuck you busta ass niggaz (and I still can't let go) Yeah nigga, (pour out a little liquor)
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A. Huff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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