Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie sittin' in the pen
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You watch your 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 drinkin' 40s, 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, guess what we diggin'?
Hustlin' in the rain, felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how I'm doin' (haha)
Just two niggas 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
Tryna 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 it go
This goes out to all you so-called G's
My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the Gin get like that y'all, uh
(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?

Drinkin' on Gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry, uh (ay)
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
Roamin' in marked cars, movin' them Ki's
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get tore down for my niggas in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'll love 'em like one of my own 'til you come home and
The years sure fly with a 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 scrappin' back to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint the perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya, huh
Pour out some liquor!

(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Look at you
Drinkin' got you and 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
This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
A little liquor for my homies y'all, we in this motherfucker, yeah
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Pour out a little liquor
Young queen, peace
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
This one goes out to all my Mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, I don't care, Governor (Night Train, all Hennessy)
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
All my real motherfuckin' partners
Pour out a little-
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggas
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Yeah, nigga, Madman (come on)
Pour out a little liquor

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Writer(s): Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Tupac Shakur