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[2Pac]
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Yeah
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Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
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This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
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(Light up a fat one for this one)
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How you come up man?
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I started young kickin dust and livin rough
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You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man
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I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
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And on the scene at the age of fourteen huh
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I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
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We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives
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You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers
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Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
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I couldn't fuck with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool
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I'll play that motherfucker for a toooollll man
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Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin
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Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin
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Playin them hoes like manure
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First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
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It's two niggaz comin up out the hood
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livin life just as good as we could
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But since a bitch can't be trusted
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Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted
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The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail
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tryin to get a motherfucker to tell
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And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
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Damn, I miss my nigga
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Pour out a little liquor!
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"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
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This goes out to all you so called G's
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Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners
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Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
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Pour out a little liquor
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Pour out a little liquor
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What's that you drinkin on?
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Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on
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Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
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And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
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Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
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I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
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Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
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Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
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Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
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We had plans of bein big time G's
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Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
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And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
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Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
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Your son's gettin big and strong
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and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
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the years sure fly with the quickness
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You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business
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That's the way it's supposed to be
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Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
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Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back
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Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
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I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
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And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
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Pour out some liquor!
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"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go"
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Look at you
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Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
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Pour out some liquor nigga!
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It ain't like that
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Tip that shit over
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Pour out a little liquor!
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"My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X)
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This for my nigga Madman
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Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah
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A little liquor for my homies y'all
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We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH
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Pour out a little liquor
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Young Queen, YEAH
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This one goes out to all my mack partners
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Back in the motherfuckin Bay
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Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
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(Pour out a little liquor)
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My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
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(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
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All my real motherfuckin partners
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(Pour out a little liquor)
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And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
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Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!
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Pour Out A Little Liquor
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Thug Life |