[2Pac]
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 schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
I´ll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man

Tonight´ll be the night that´s what we figurin
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 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 po-lice, 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" [4X]

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
Cause 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´m 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" [4X]

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, Nighttrain, Henessey)
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!!