[Verse 1] I started young, kickin' dust and livin' rough You'd 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, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, little 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'll 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 nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do her (haha) It's two niggas comin' up out 'bout 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 nigga's busted The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail Tryna get a motherfucker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my nigga Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor!
[Verse 2] Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggas 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 Rollin' in mob cars, movin' them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get tore down for my niggas in the pen', yo Your son's gettin' big and strong And I'd love him like one of my own, so you come home And the years sure fly with a quickness You do the time and I'll keep handlin' your business That's the way it's supposed to be, homie If you was me, you'd do the shit for me, homie I can remember scrappin' 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 you know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor!
“Pour Out a Little Liquor” is the debut single of 2Pac’s group Thug Life.
Classic dead-and-locked-down-homies-tribute song, portraying two of the most famous and important things in thug society – pouring out liquor on the pavement (paying tribute to the dead) and taking care of families of a man who does time, keeping his mouth shut and not snitching his partners in crime.
It was also on the Above the Rim soundtrack and played at the end of the film when Bugaloo, played by Marlon Wayans, shot and killed 2Pac’s character “Birdie.”
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