(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, F**K the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker 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 f**k and then I f**k 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin piece YEAH Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, YEAH This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**kin partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!!
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no.
(Tupac)
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothaf**ka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf**ka got blasted. I put the nigga in his casket, Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, f**k them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm st8 ballin'!
St8 ballin'!
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f**k. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to f**k my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothaf**kas callin', But me and my mothaf**kin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothaf**ka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothaf**ka beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothaf**ka better pull it. Cause even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'!
We st8 ballin'!
To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothaf**ka when they mention me. Cause you f**kin' with the realest motha f**ka ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone. Who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse. I keep my glock cocked I need it cause they're all shady. I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back. I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack. And I came up a long way from food stamps. And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire. What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs. I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs. And mothaf**ka, we be ballin'! All mothaf**kin' day long, stay strong! We st8 ballin'.
