文本歌词

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