Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies b***h
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
Pour Out A Little Liquor, You couldn't stop us  long as I got my glock **** the coppers
Hangin on the block  slangin rocks and makin profits
Pour Out A Little Liquor, I couldn't **** with the school life I was a fool
Pour Out A Little Liquor, I'll play that mother****er for a fool 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
Pour Out A Little Liquor, First let my homie **** and then I **** that's how we do it (ha ha )
Pour Out A Little Liquor, It's two niggas comin up out the hood
Livin life just as good as we could
Pour Out A Little Liquor, But since a nigga can't be trusted
Pour Out A Little Liquor, Hoes snitched to the po-lice now my nigga's busted
Pour Out A Little Liquor, The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail
Trying to get a nigga 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" X4
This goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real niggas
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 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 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 shit 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 nigga 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, nigga
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor
"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" 4X
This for my nigga Madman
Dagz  Hood  Silk yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this ****ing piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen  YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the ****ing Bay
Oaktown still in the ****ing house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care  Nighttrain  Henessey)
All my real nigga partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin **** you busta ass niggas
Yeah b***h pour out a little liquor