Pour Out A Little Liquor

Yeah, Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga.
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolage.
Light up fat a one for this one.
How you come up man?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough 
you'd watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss, man.
I had a down ass homie though
We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen.
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five.
We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies.
You couldn't stop us. Long as I got my Glock, fuck the coppers.
Hangin' on the block, slingin' rocks and makin' propers.
I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool.
I'll play that mother fucker for a tool, man.
Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin'.
Hustlin in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'.
Playin' them ho's like manure.
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it.
It's two niggas comin up out the hood,
livin life just as good as we could.
Since a bitch can't be trusted,
Ho's snitch to the police, now my nigga's busted.
Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail,
trying to get a mother-fucker to tell.
And couldn't nobody dis my nigga,
Damn, I miss my nigga.
Pour out a little liquor.

This goes out to all you so called G's.
Pour out a little liquor for real mother-fuckin' partners.
Don't let the drink get like that y'all.
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.
Reminiscin' about my niggas that's dead 'n' gone.
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 'till my knuckles turn purple.
Mama told me, "Son, they'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, movin' them keys.
Now I roll up the window, blaze up some Indo,
and get toe down for my niggas in the penn, yo!
Your son's gettin' big and strong
and I'd love'm like one of my own
till you come, homie.
The years sure fly away the quickness.
You do the time and I'll keep handling 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 scrappin' back to back, throwin' dogs
on them suckers, runnin' up on this young hog.
I hope these words paint a perfect picture,
let you know how much your nigga miss you.
Pour out some little liquor


Look at you, drinkin got you and you
don't even give respect to your partners.
Pour out some little liquor, nigga.
It ain't like that. Tip that shit over!
Pour out a little liquor.
Pour out a little liquor.

Oakland still in the mother fuckin' house, my nigga Richie Rich,
Pour out a little liquor.



Transcription 1995 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
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Used without permisson.