Pac Pour Out A Little Liquor Thug Life by Tupac Shakur

lyrics:

yeah
pour out a little liquor for your homies,
this one here go out to my 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 14, huh
i ed a nine and my ed a 45
we drinkin' 40's, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives
you couldn't stop us, long as i got my glock, the coppers
hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits
i couldn't with the school life, i was a fool
i'll play that motherer for a tool 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 and then i , that's how we do it
(ha ha)
it's two z comin' up out the hood
livin' life just as good as we could
but since a can't be trusted
hoes snitched to the , now my 's busted
the cops whoopin' on my in jail
tryin' to get a motherer to tell
and couldn't nobody diss my
damn, i miss my , pour out a little liquor
this goes out to all you so ed g's
(my cousin died last year and i still can't let go)
pour out a little liquor for your real motherin' 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 z, 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 z in the pen, yo
your son's gettin' big and strong
and i'd love 'em 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 for me
homie, i can remember sin' 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 miss ya
pour out some liquor
look at you
drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
pour out some liquor,
it ain't like that, tip that over
pour out a little liquor
this for my 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 motherin' 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 motherin' bay
(my cousin died last year and i still can't let go)
oak town, still in the motherin' house
(pour out a little liquor)
my richie rich, gov'na
(my cousin died last year and i still can't let go)
(i don't care, night train, hennessey)
all my real motherin' partners
(pour out a little liquor)
and all my real partnas in marin, you busta ass z
yeah , bad man (come on, pour out a little liquor)

Record label
Jive, Interscope, Out the gutta