Title: Pour Out A Little Liqour
Album: Thug Life Volume 1
Artist: 2PAC
  
 
Talking 
Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga 
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Cooley (light up a fat one for this one) 
How you come up man? 

Verse one 
I started young kickin dust and living 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 45 
We're drinking forties, lil' shorties living naughty lives 
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers 
Hanging on the block, slanging rocks and making 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 figuring 
Hustling in the rain felt no pain 'cause we're drinking 
Playing them hoes like we knew em 
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (laughs) 
It's two niggas coming up out the hood 
Living 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 whooping on my nigga in jail 
Trying to get a motherfucker to tell 
And couldn't nobody dis my nigga 
Damn, I miss my nigga 
Pour out a little liquor 

Talking 
(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 motherfucking 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? 

Verse two 
Drinking on gin, smoking on blunts and it's on 
Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone 
And now they're buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry 
'Cause I'm losing all my homies and I worry 
I've got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle 
Boxing with them suckers till 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 being big time G:s 
Rolling in marked cars, moving them keys 
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo 
Get toe down for my niggas in the pen, yo 
Your son's getting big and strong 
And I'd love him like one of my own, till you come home 
And the years sure fly with the quickness 
You do the time and I'll keep handlin your 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 scraping back to back 
Throwing dogs on them suckers running up on this young hog 
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture 
And let you know how much a nigga miss ya 
Pour out some liquor 

Talking 
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) look at you 
Drinking 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) 
This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go) 
Dags, Hood, Silk, yeah 
A little liquor for my homies y'all 
We in this motherfucking 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 motherfucking Bay (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go) 
Oaktown still in the motherfucking house 
Pour out a little liquor 
My nigga Richie Rich, Govenor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go) 
I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey 
All my real motherfucking partners 
Pour out a little liquor 
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go) 
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor