Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics - 2pac

(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! 

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"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! 

Photos 

"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!