Pour Out A Little Liquor

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 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 thinkin'

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 (haha)

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 could 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"

This goes out to all you so called G's

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

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

"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"

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 in a 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 being big time G's

Rollin' in mob 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, so 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 you 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 you 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

This for my nigga Madman

Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah

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

A little liquor for my homies, y'all

We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah

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

Pour out a little liquor

Young Queen, YEAH

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

This one goes out to all my mack partners

Back in the motherfuckin' Bay

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house

(Pour out a little liquor)

My nigga Richie Rich, [?]King Gov'na

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

(I don't care, Night Train, Hennessy)

All my real motherfuckin' partners

(Pour out a little liquor)

And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggas

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

Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!