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