Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac)

Album: Thug Life Volume 1. / Above The Rim Soundtrack

Song: Pour Out a Little Liquor

(Tupac)

Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga

This one here go out ot my nigga Mike Coolage

Light up fat one for this one

How you come up man?

Started young kickin dust and

livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama

you couldn't cuss maaannn

I had a down ass homie thou

We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen

I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five

We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies

You couldn't stop us

who cares ?

i got my glock

FUCK the coppers

Hangin on the block

slangin' rocks and makin' propers

I couldn't Fuck with the schhhoooollll life

I was a fool

I'll play that mutha fucka for a toooollll man

Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin'

Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin'

Playin' them hoes like munure

First let my nigga fuck then i fuck

that's how we do it (Ha ha ha)

It's two niggas comin up out da hood

livin lfe just as good as we could

Since a bitch can't be trusted

Hoes snitch to the police

Now my niggas busted

Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail

tryin' to get a muthafucka to tell

and couldn't nobody diss my nigga

damn I miss my nigga

Pour out a little liqour

This goes out to all you so called G's

pour out a little liquor for real muthafuckin partners

Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh.

Pour out a little liqour

Pour out a little liqour

What's that you drinkin on ?

Drinkin' on Gin

smokin' on blunts and it's on

reminicin' about my niggas

that's dead n' gone

Now they burried

sometimes my eyes still get blurry

cuz I'm losin all my homies and I worry

I got my back against a brick wall

Trapped in a circle

boxin' with them suckas

'till my knuckles turn purple

Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this'

Don't wanna think so

I hit the drink n' stay blitz

We had plans of being big time G's

Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys

Now I roll down the window

blaze up some endo

And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo

Your son's gettin' big and strong

and i'd love'm like one of my own

Till you come homie

the years sure fly away the quickness

you doin' the time

And i'll keep handle your 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 suckas

while runnin' up on this young hog

I hope these words paint a perfect picture

let ya know how much ya

nigga miss ya

Pour out some little liqour

look at ya

drinkin got you and ya

don't even give respect to your partners

Pour out some little liqour nigga

it ain't like that tip that shit over

Pour out a little liqour

Pour out a little liqour...

....Oakland still in the mutha fuckin house my nigga Richie Rich....

Pour out a little liqour