Lirik Lagu Pour Out A Little Liquor - 2Pac
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[2Pac]YeahPour out a little liquor for your homies niggaThis 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 roughYou watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss manI had a down ass homie though; we ran the streetsAnd on the scene at the age of fourteen, huhI packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-fiveWe drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty livesYou couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppersHangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profitsI couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a foolI'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll manTonight'll be the night that's what we figurinHustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkinPlayin them hoes like manureFirst let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)It's two niggaz comin up out the hoodlivin life just as good as we couldBut since a bitch can't be trustedHoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's bustedThe cops whoopin on my nigga in jailtryin to get a motherfucker to tellAnd couldn't nobody diss my niggaDamn, I miss my niggaPour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
This goes out to all you so called G'sPour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partnersDon't let the drink get like that y'all, huhPour out a little liquorPour out a little liquorWhat's that you drinkin on?
Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's onReminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and goneAnd now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurryCause I'm losin all my homies and I worryI got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circleBoxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purpleMama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzedWe had plans of bein big time G'sRolling in marked cars, movin them keysAnd now I roll up the window, blaze up some indoGet to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yoYour son's gettin big and strongand I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home andthe years sure fly with the quicknessYou do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' businessThat's the way it's supposed to beHomie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for meHomie, I can remember scrapin back to backThrowin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hogI hope my words can paint a perfect pictureAnd let ya know how much a nigga miss yaPour out some liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go"
Look at youDrinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partnersPour out some liquor nigga!It ain't like thatTip that shit overPour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
This for my nigga MadmanDagz, Hood, Silk yeahA little liquor for my homies y'allWe in this motherfuckin piece YEAHPour out a little liquorYoung Queen, YEAHThis one goes out to all my mack partnersBack in the motherfuckin BayOaktown 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 niggazYeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!
I started young kickin dust and, livin roughYou watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss manI had a down ass homie though; we ran the streetsAnd on the scene at the age of fourteen, huhI packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-fiveWe drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty livesYou couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppersHangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profitsI couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a foolI'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll manTonight'll be the night that's what we figurinHustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkinPlayin them hoes like manureFirst let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)It's two niggaz comin up out the hoodlivin life just as good as we couldBut since a bitch can't be trustedHoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's bustedThe cops whoopin on my nigga in jailtryin to get a motherfucker to tellAnd couldn't nobody diss my niggaDamn, I miss my niggaPour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
This goes out to all you so called G'sPour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partnersDon't let the drink get like that y'all, huhPour out a little liquorPour out a little liquorWhat's that you drinkin on?
Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's onReminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and goneAnd now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurryCause I'm losin all my homies and I worryI got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circleBoxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purpleMama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzedWe had plans of bein big time G'sRolling in marked cars, movin them keysAnd now I roll up the window, blaze up some indoGet to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yoYour son's gettin big and strongand I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home andthe years sure fly with the quicknessYou do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' businessThat's the way it's supposed to beHomie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for meHomie, I can remember scrapin back to backThrowin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hogI hope my words can paint a perfect pictureAnd let ya know how much a nigga miss yaPour out some liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go"
Look at youDrinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partnersPour out some liquor nigga!It ain't like thatTip that shit overPour out a little liquor!
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
This for my nigga MadmanDagz, Hood, Silk yeahA little liquor for my homies y'allWe in this motherfuckin piece YEAHPour out a little liquorYoung Queen, YEAHThis one goes out to all my mack partnersBack in the motherfuckin BayOaktown 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 niggazYeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!
