(Tupac). Yah Pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga. This one here go out ot my nigga Mike Coolage. Light up fat one for this one. How you come up man?. . Started young kickin dust and. livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama. you couldn't cuss maaannn. I had a down ass homie thou. We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen. I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five. We drinkin' forties real shorties livin' all the lies. You couldn't stop us. who cares ?. i got my glock. FUCK the coppers. Hangin on the block. slangin' rocks and makin' propers. I couldn't Fuck with the schhhoooollll life. I was a fool. I'll play that mutha fucka for a toooollll man. Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin'. Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin'. Playin' them hoes like munure. First let my nigga fuck then i fuck. that's how we do it (Ha ha ha). It's two niggas comin up out da hood. livin lfe just as good as we could. Since a bitch can't be trusted. Hoes snitch to the police. Now my niggas busted. Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail. tryin' to get a muthafucka to tell. and couldn't nobody diss my nigga. damn I miss my nigga. Pour out a little liqour. . This goes out to all you so called G's. pour out a little liquor for real muthafuckin partners. Don't let the drink get like that y'all Huh.. Pour out a little liqour. Pour out a little liqour. What's that you drinkin on ?. . Drinkin' on Gin. smokin' on blunts and it's on. reminicin' about my niggas. that's dead n' gone. Now they burried. 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 suckas. 'till my knuckles turn purple. Mama told me 'son they'll be days like this'. Don't wanna think so. I hit the drink n' stay blitz. We had plans of being big time G's. Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys. Now I roll down the window. blaze up some endo. And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo. Your son's gettin' big and strong. and i'd love'm like one of my own. Till you come homie. the years sure fly away the quickness. you doin' the time. And i'll keep handle 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. scrapin' back to back. Throwin' dogs on them suckas. while runnin' up on this young hog. I hope these words paint a perfect picture. let ya know how much ya. nigga miss ya. Pour out some little liqour. . look at ya. drinkin got you and ya. don't even give respect to your partners. Pour out some little liqour nigga. it ain't like that tip that shit over. Pour out a little liqour. Pour out a little liqour.... . ....Oakland still in the mutha fuckin house my nigga Richie Rich..... Pour out a little liqour. .