Thug Life – Pour Out a Little Liquor Lyrics

Pour Out a Little Liquor

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"Pour Out a Little Liquor." - Thug Life

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 05:09 pm

Album: Thug Life, Vol. 1

Track No: 04

Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, ****
This one here go out to my **** Mike Coolie
How you come up, man?
I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You watch your 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
I packed a nine and my **** 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 school life, I was a fool
I'd play that motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight will be the night that's what we thinkin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my **** fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
It's two **** 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 police, now my ****'s busted
The cops whoopin' on my **** in jail
Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my ****
Damn, I miss my ****
Pour out a little liquor
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This goes out to all you so-called G's
Pour out a little liquor for the real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my ****, 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 till my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
Don't want to think so
I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein' big-time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them ki's
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get towed down for my **** in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I loved him like one of my own
Till you come home and
The years sure fly with a quickness
You do the time and I'll keep handlin' yo business
Thats 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' drugs on them suckers, runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let you know how much a **** miss ya
Pour out a little 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 a little liquor, ****
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor
This for my **** 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
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house!
My **** Richie Rich, Gov'na
All my real motherfuckin' partners
You know I got real partners in Marine
Fuck you buster ass ****
Yeah ****
Pour out a little liquor

Writer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff & 2Pac.

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