Pour Out A Little Liquor (Explicit)

Pour Out A Little Liquor (Explicit) - Thug Life

Yeah

Pour out a little liquor for your homies ni**a

This one here go out to my ni**a 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 a** homie though; we ran the streets

And on the scene at the age of fourteen huh

I packed a nine and my ni**a packed a forty-five

We drinkin forties lil' shorties livin naughty lives

You couldn't stop us long as I got my glock F**K the coppers

Hangin on the block slangin rocks and makin profits

I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life I was a fool

I'll play that motherf**ker 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 ni**a f**k and then I f**k 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 b**ch can't be trusted

Hoes snitched to the po-lice now my ni**a's busted

The cops whoopin on my ni**a in jail

Tryin to get a motherf**ker to tell

And couldn't nobody diss my ni**a

Damn I miss my ni**a

Pour out a little liquor

This goes out to all you so called G's

Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin 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 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 niggaz in the pen yo

Your son's gettin 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 sh*t for me

Homie I can remember scrapin 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 ni**a miss ya

Pour out some 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 some liquor ni**a

It ain't like that

Tip that sh*t over

Pour out a little liquor

This for my ni**a Madman

Dagz Hood Silk yeah

A little liquor for my homies y'all

We in this motherf**kin piece YEAH

Pour out a little liquor

Young Queen YEAH

This one goes out to all my mack partners

Back in the motherf**kin Bay

Oaktown still in the motherf**kin house

(Pour out a little liquor)

My ni**a Richie Rich Gov'na

(I don't care Nighttrain Henessey)

All my real motherf**kin partners

(Pour out a little liquor)

And all my real partnas in Marin f**k you busta a** niggaz

Yeah ni**a pour out a little liquor