[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!!