[Intro:]
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?
[Verse 1:]
I started young kickin' dust and livin rough
You watch your 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 school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a tool, 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 niggas 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 police
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!
[Hook:]
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
[x4:]
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?
[Verse 2:]
Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggas
That's dead and gone
And 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
Til' 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 bein' big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window
Blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggas in the pen, yo
Your son's getting' big and strong
And I'd love'm like one of my own,
Til' you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time,
And I'll keep handlin' yo' 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 my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor!
[Hook:]
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
Look at you
Drinkin' 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!
[Outro/Hook:]
"My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go"
[x4:]
This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfuckin' piece, YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Night Train, Henessey)
All my real motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin,
Fuck you busta ass niggas
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor
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