[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!



"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