Pour Out a Little Liquor

Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, ****

This one here go out to my **** Mike Coolie

How you come up, man?

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

I packed a nine and my **** 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'd play that motherfucker for a tool man

Tonight will be the night that's what we thinkin'

Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'

Playin' them hoes like manure

First let my **** fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it

It's two **** 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 ****'s busted

The cops whoopin' on my **** in jail

Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell

And couldn't nobody diss my ****

Damn, I miss my ****

Pour out a little liquor

(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)

This goes out to all you so-called G's

Pour out a little liquor for the real motherfuckin' partners

Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh

Pour out a little liquor

(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)

Pour out a little liquor

(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on

Reminisce about my ****, 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 till my knuckles turn purple

Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"

Don't want to think so

I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein' big-time G's

Rolling in marked cars, movin' them ki's

And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo

Get towed down for my **** in the pen, yo

Your son's gettin' big and strong

And I loved him like one of my own

Till you come home and

The years sure fly with a quickness

You do the time and I'll keep handlin' yo business

Thats 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' drugs on them suckers, runnin' up on this young hog

I hope my words can paint a perfect picture

And let you know how much a **** miss ya

Pour out a little liquor

(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 a little liquor, ****

It ain't like that

Tip that shit over

Pour out a little liquor

This for my **** 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

This one goes out to all my mack partners

Back in the motherfuckin' Bay

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house!

My **** Richie Rich, Gov'na

All my real motherfuckin' partners

You know I got real partners in Marine

Fuck you buster ass ****

Yeah ****

Pour out a little liquor