Thug Life - Pour Out a Little Liquor lyrics

Yeah, pour out a little
Liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Cooley
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up, man?

I started young
Kickin' dust and livin' rough
You'd 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' profit's
I couldn't fuck with the school life


I was a fool, I'd 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 her (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 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
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 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
Rollin' in mob cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window
Blaze up some indo
Get tore down for my niggas in the pen', yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'd love him like one of my own
So you come home
And the years sure fly with a 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, Govenor
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 man man
Pour out a little liquor!