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