- 2Pac Pour out a Little Liquor 歌词
- 2Pac
- Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga 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 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 nigga 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 bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice now my nigga's busted The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail Tryin to get a motherf**ker 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 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 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 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 nigga 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 ass niggaz Yeah nigga pour out a little liquor
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