Yeah, pour out a little liquor for ya homies nigga. This one here go out to my nigga Mike Collage. Light up a fat one for this one. How you come up man?
Verse 1
I Started young kickin' dust and livin' rough you watch your mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss maaannn. I had a down ass homie thou. 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 slangin' rocks and makin' propers. I couldn't fuck with schhhoooollll life, I was a fool. I'll play that mothafucka for a tooolll man. Tonight will 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 then I fuck, that's how we do it (Ha ha ha). It's two niggas comin' up out da hood livin' life just as good as we could. Since a bitch can't be trusted hoes snitch to the police, now my niggas busted. The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail tryin' to get a mothafucka to tell. And couldn't nobody diss 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 all your real mothafuckin' partners. Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh. Pour out a little liquor. Pour out a little liquor.
Verse 2
What's that your drinkin' on? Drinkin' on Gin. Smokin' on blunts and it's on reminicin' about my niggas that's dead and gone. 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 suckas 'till my knuckles turn purple. Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this', don't wanna think so, I hit the drink n' stayed blitz. We had plans of being big time G's, rolling in marked cars movin' them keys. Now I roll down the window blaze up some endo. And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo. Your son's gettin' big and strong and I'd love'em like one of my own. Till you come homie the years sure fly away the quickness you doin' 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 scrapin' back to back throwin' dogs on them suckas while runnin' up on this young hog. I hope these words paint a perfect picture let ya know how much ya nigga miss ya. Pour out some liquor.
Outro
Look at ya drinkin' got you and ya don't even get respect to your partners. Pour out some liquor nigga, it ain't like that. Tip that shit over. Pour out a little liquor. Pour out a little liquor...
Oaktown still in the mothafuckin' house my nigga Richie Rich... Pour out a little liquor. (Fuck you busta ass niggas). Pour out a little liquor.
