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, fuck the coppers   Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits      I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool   I'll play that motherfucker 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 nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it   (Ha ha)      It's two niggaz 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   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 motherfuckin' 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 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, nigga   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   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 nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah   A little liquor for my homies y'all   We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah   Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah   This one goes out to all my mack partners   Back in the motherfuckin' Bay      Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house   (Pour out a little liquor)   My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na   (I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)   All my real motherfuckin' partners   (Pour out a little liquor)   And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz   Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor