Talking
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?
Verse one
I started young kickin dust and living 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 45
We're drinking forties, lil' shorties living naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hanging on the block, slanging rocks and making 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 figuring
Hustling in the rain felt no pain 'cause we're drinking
Playing them hoes like we knew em
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (laughs)
It's two niggas coming up out the hood
Living 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 whooping on my nigga in jail
Trying to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody dis my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a little liquor
Talking
(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 motherfucking 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?
Verse two
Drinking on gin, smoking on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone
And now they're buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cause I'm losing all my homies and I worry
I've got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxing with them suckers till 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 being big time G:s
Rolling in marked cars, moving them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get toe down for my niggas in the pen, yo
Your son's getting big and strong
And I'd love him like one of my own, till you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time and I'll keep handlin your 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 scraping back to back
Throwing dogs on them suckers running 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
Talking
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) look at you
Drinking 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)
This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Dags, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfucking 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 motherfucking Bay (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Oaktown still in the motherfucking 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, Nighttrain, Henessey
All my real motherfucking partners
Pour out a little liquor
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor
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