Pour Out A Little Liquor
2Pac & Thug Life Lyrics

Yeah
The song is starting.

Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
Let's honor and remember our friends that are not with us anymore by pouring a little bit of liquor for them.

This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one)
This song is dedicated to my friend Mike Coolie who passed away and we should all smoke and drink in his honor.

How you come up man?
How did you start your life in the streets?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
I began my life in the streets at a young age, hustling and struggling to survive.

You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man
You better respect my mother and not curse around her.

I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
I had a loyal friend who was always with me and we lived a street life together.

And on the scene at the age of fourteen huh
I started hustling at the young age of fourteen.

I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
My friend and I carried guns, I had a 9mm while he had a .45 caliber.

We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives
We were drinking 40oz beers with younger girls who also lived rebellious lives.

You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck! The coppers
As long as I had my gun, the police couldn't stop me.

Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits
We were selling drugs on the street and making a profit from it.

I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I wasn't interested in attending school, I was too reckless and foolish for it.

I'll play that motherfucker for a toll man
I won't hesitate to kill someone if they try to challenge or rob me.

Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'
We were planning to do something big and risky tonight.

Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'
We were selling drugs outside in the rain while drinking alcohol and feeling no pain or worry about getting caught.

Playin' them hoes like manure
We were manipulating girls for our own pleasure and benefit.

First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
We would take turns having sex with girls, starting with my friend first, and that's how we operated.

It's two niggas comin' up out the hood
My friend and I were trying to make a name for ourselves in the neighborhood as successful hustlers.

Livin' life just as good as we could
We were living our lives to the fullest, enjoying the money we earned and the lifestyle we built.

But since a bitch can't be trusted
But since a woman couldn't be trusted, especially the one who snitched on us to the police.

Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted
That woman snitched to the police and now my friend is in jail.

The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
The police officers were physically abusing my friend while he was in jail.

Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell
The police were trying to make my friend snitch on me and give them more information about our operations.

And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
No one could talk bad or disrespect my friend while he was in jail.

Damn, I miss my nigga
I really miss my friend who is now in jail and can't be with me anymore.

This goes out to all you so called G's
This song is directed to all the so-called gangsters out there.

Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Don't let alcohol or drugs control your life like that, guys.

What's that you drinkin' on?
What are you guys drinking today?

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
We are drinking gin and smoking blunts as we vibe and hang out.

Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone
I am thinking and remembering my friends who passed away.

And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
My friends are now buried and I still feel emotional and cry sometimes when I think about them.

'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I am losing all my friends and I am getting more and more worried and scared.

I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
I feel trapped with no way out, surrounded by obstacles and dangers.

Boxin' with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
I am fighting and surviving through the struggles until I can't do it anymore.

Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
My mother warned me that there will be tough times and hardships like the ones I am going through.

Don't want to think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed
I don't want to think or worry about my problems, so I drink and get drunk to forget them for a moment.

We had plans of bein' big time G's
My friends and I had ambitions and plans to become successful gangsters.

Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys
We wanted to ride around in fancy cars and make a profit by selling drugs on a large scale.

And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Now, I am smoking weed alone in my car with the windows up.

Get to' down for my niggas in the pen, yo
I get turned down or wasted for my friends who are in jail.

Your son's gettin' big and strong
Your son is growing up and becoming a strong young man.

And I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
I will take care of him as if he was my own son until you are released and get home.

The years sure fly with the quickness
Time goes by very quickly.

You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business
You serve your time in prison while I take care of your business and make sure everything is running smoothly for you.

That's the way it's supposed to be
This is how friends are supposed to support and look after each other.

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
If I was the one who was in jail, you would do the same for me.

Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back
I remember hustling with my friend side by side, backing each other up.

Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
We would physically fight and attack anyone who would try to challenge us or take our drugs.

I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
I hope my words can accurately convey what it feels like to be missing and mourning for my friends.

And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
I want to let you know how much I miss you, my friend.

Look at you
I am looking at you and realizing how alcohol has made you forget about respecting your friends.

Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
You are so drunk that you don't even have any respect for your friends anymore.

Pour out some liquor nigga!
You need to pour a little bit of liquor in respect for our friends who are gone.

It ain't like that
That's not the right attitude to have.

Tip that shit over
Pour more liquor in honor of our fallen friends.

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
This song is also dedicated to our other friends, Madman, Dagz, Hood and Silk.

A little liquor for my homies y'all
We need to pour some liquor in honor and memory of our friends.

We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah!
We are all in this song and moment together, let's celebrate our friendships and memories.

Young Queen, yeah!
A shoutout to a young woman who is also involved in our crew.

Back in the motherfuckin' Bay
A reference to our hometown, San Francisco Bay Area.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house (Pour out a little liquor)
A shoutout to another city in the Bay Area, Oakland, and a reminder to honor our fallen friends with a little liquor.

My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
Shoutouts to some other friends.

And all my real motherfuckin' partners (Pour out a little liquor)
And a reminder to pour a little liquor for all our friends who are no longer with us.

And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggas
A shoutout to other friends living in the city of Marin and a diss to their enemies.

Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!
A final reminder to pour a little liquor in memory of our friends.