Album: Thug Life
Song: Pour Out a Little Liquor


(Tupac)

Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie ni**a
This one here go out ot my ni**a Mike Coolage
Light up fat one for this one
How you come up man?

Started young kickin dust and
livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama 
you couldn't cuss maaannn
I had a down a*s homie thou
We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen
I packed a nine and my ni**a packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies
You couldn't stop us 
who cares ? 
i got my glock 
f**k the coppers
Hangin on the block
slangin' rocks and makin' propers
I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life
I was a fool
I'll play that mutha f**ka for a toooollll 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 munure
First let my ni**a f**k then i f**k
that's how we do it (Ha ha ha)
It's two ni**as comin up out da hood
livin lfe just as good as we could
Since a bi**h can't be trusted 
Hoes snitch to the police
Now my ni**as busted
Cops whoopin' on my ni**a in jail
tryin' to get a muthaf**ka to tell
and couldn't nobody diss my ni**a
damn I miss my ni**a
Pour out a little liqour

This goes out to all you so called G's
pour out a little liquor for real muthaf**kin partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh.
Pour out a little liqour
Pour out a little liqour
What's that you drinkin on ?

Drinkin' on Gin 
smokin' on blunts and it's on 
reminicin' about my ni**as 
that's dead n' gone
Now they burried
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' stay 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 ni**as 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 doin' the time
And i'll keep handle your business
That's the way it's supposed to be 
Homie
If it was me
you'd do the s**t 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
ni**a miss ya
Pour out some little liqour

look at ya 
drinkin got you and ya
don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some little liqour ni**a
it ain't like that tip that s**t over
Pour out a little liqour
Pour out a little liqour...

....Oakland still in the mutha f**kin house my ni**a Richie Rich....
Pour out a little liqour