[00:00.00] 作曲 : Gamble Kenneth/HUFF LEON A/Shakur Tupac Amaru
[00:03.71]Yeah
[00:03.90]Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
[00:07.30]This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
[00:09.48](Light up a fat one for this one)
[00:12.50]How you come up man
[00:13.62]I started young kickin dust and livin rough
[00:15.12]You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man
[00:17.55]I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
[00:19.61]And on the scene at the age of fourteen huh
[00:21.42]
[00:22.30]I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
[00:25.17]We drinkin forties lil' shorties livin naughty lives
[00:28.48]You couldn't stop us long as I got my glock, **** the coppers
[00:31.47]Hangin on the block slangin rocks and makin profits
[00:33.97]I couldn't **** with the school life, I was a fool
[00:37.59]I'll play that shit for a tool, man
[00:39.71]Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin
[00:41.98]Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin
[00:44.65]Playin them hoes like manure
[00:47.78]First let my niggas **** and then I'll ****, that's how we do it (ha ha)
[00:52.02]It's two niggas coming up out the hood
[00:53.40]Livin life just as good as we could
[00:54.95]But since a nigga can't be trusted
[00:56.76]Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted
[01:01.85]The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
[01:04.34]Tryin' to get a nigga to tell
[01:07.15]And couldn't nobody diss my b***h
[01:09.58]Damn I miss my b***h
[01:11.64]Pour out a little liquor
[01:12.96]"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" X4
[01:19.67]This goes out to all you so called G's
[01:21.34]Pour out a little liquor for your real mother****ing partners
[01:23.21]Don't let the drink get like that y'all huh
[01:25.64]Pour out a little liquor
[01:31.34]Pour out a little liquor
[01:36.65]What's that you drinkin on
[01:40.58]Drinkin on gin smokin on blunts and it's on
[01:42.33]Reminisce about my nigga that's dead and gone
[01:44.83]And now they buried sometimes my eyes still get blurry
[01:47.89]Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
[01:50.70]I got my back against a brick wall trapped in a circle
[01:53.44]Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
[01:55.75]Mama told me "Son there'll be days like this"
[01:58.14]Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
[02:00.95]We had plans of bein big time G's
[02:03.62]Rolling in marked cars movin them keys
[02:06.69]And now I roll up the window blaze up some indo
[02:09.68]Get to' down for my niggas in the pen yo
[02:12.81]Your son's gettin big and strong
[02:14.08]
[02:14.87]And I'd love'm like one of my own til you come home and
[02:18.12]The years sure fly with the quickness
[02:20.42]You do the time and I'll keep handlin yo' business
[02:23.54]That's the way it's supposed to be
[02:25.66]Homie if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
[02:28.54]Homie I can remember scrapin back to back
[02:30.78]Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
[02:33.90]I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
[02:36.78]And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
[02:39.08]Pour out some liquor
[02:39.96]"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go"
[02:45.88]Look at you
[02:47.25]Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
[02:50.68]Pour out some liquor, b***h
[02:52.31]It ain't like that
[02:53.56]Tip that shit over
[02:54.49]Pour out a little liquor
[02:55.92]"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" 4X
[03:02.85]This for my nigga Madman
[03:04.17]Dagz Hood Silk yeah
[03:05.16]A little liquor for my homies y'all
[03:07.22]We in this mother****ing piece YEAH
[03:09.53]Pour out a little liquor
[03:10.58]Young Queen YEAH
[03:11.27]This one goes out to all my mack partners
[03:14.58]Back in the mother****ing Bay
[03:15.96]Oaktown still in the mother****ing house
[03:17.64](Pour out a little liquor)
[03:18.76]My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
[03:19.95](I don't care Nighttrain Henessey)
[03:21.45]All my real mother****ing partners
[03:22.82](Pour out a little liquor)
[03:24.69]And all my real partnas in Marin **** you busta ass niggas
[03:26.00]Yeah b***h pour out a little liquor

作曲 : Gamble Kenneth/HUFF LEON A/Shakur Tupac Amaru
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, **** 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 shit 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 niggas **** and then I'll ****, that's how we do it (ha ha)
It's two niggas coming up out the hood
Livin life just as good as we could
But since a nigga 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 nigga to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my b***h
Damn I miss my b***h
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 mother****ing 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 nigga 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 niggas 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, b***h
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 mother****ing piece YEAH
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen YEAH
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the mother****ing Bay
Oaktown still in the mother****ing house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care Nighttrain Henessey)
All my real mother****ing partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin **** you busta ass niggas
Yeah b***h pour out a little liquor