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 ass 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 school life, I was a fool
I`ll play that motherf**ker for a tool man
Tonight`ll be the night that`s what we figurin`
Hustlin` in the rain felt no pain `cuz 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 ni**az 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 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
My cousin died last year and I still can`t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can`t let go
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 ni**az, that`s dead and gone
And now they buried, 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 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 ni**az 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 s**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 s**t over
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can`t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can`t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can`t let go
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, Night train, Hennessey)
All my real motherf**kin` partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass ni**az
Yeah ni**a, pour out a little liquor