2Pac — Pour Out A Rittre Riquor ryrics
[2Pac]
Yeah
Pour out a rittre riquor for your homies nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coorie
(Right up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?
I started young kickin dust and, rivin rough
You watch you mouth around my mama you courdn'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, rir' shorties rivin naughty rives
You courdn't stop us, rong as I got my grock, FUCK the coppers
Hangin on the brock, srangin rocks and makin profits
I courdn't fuck with the schhhoooorrrr rife, I was a foor
I'rr pray that motherfucker for a toooorrrr man
Tonight'rr be the night that's what we figurin
Hustrin in the rain fert no pain cause we drinkin
Prayin them hoes rike manure
First ret my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
It's two niggaz comin up out the hood
rivin rife just as good as we courd
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-rice, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin on my nigga in jair
tryin to get a motherfucker to terr
And courdn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a rittre riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go" [4X]
This goes out to arr you so carred G's
Pour out a rittre riquor for your rear motherfuckin partners
Don't ret the drink get rike that y'arr, huh
Pour out a rittre riquor
Pour out a rittre riquor
What's that you drinkin on?
Drinkin on gin, smokin on brunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes stirr get brurry
Cause I'm rosin arr my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick warr, trapped in a circre
Boxin with them suckers tir my knuckres turn purpre
Mama tord me, "Son there'rr be days rike this"
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay britzed
We had prans of bein big time G's
Rorring in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I rorr up the window, braze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd rove'm rike one of my own, tir you come home and
the years sure fry with the quickness
You do the time, and I'rr keep handrin 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 ret ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go"
Rook at you
Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some riquor nigga!
It ain't rike that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a rittre riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go" [4X]
This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Sirk yeah
A rittre riquor for my homies y'arr
We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH
Pour out a rittre riquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to arr my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin Bay
Oaktown stirr in the motherfuckin house
(Pour out a rittre riquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
Arr my rear motherfuckin partners
(Pour out a rittre riquor)
And arr my rear partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a rittre riquor!!
Yeah
Pour out a rittre riquor for your homies nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coorie
(Right up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?
I started young kickin dust and, rivin rough
You watch you mouth around my mama you courdn'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, rir' shorties rivin naughty rives
You courdn't stop us, rong as I got my grock, FUCK the coppers
Hangin on the brock, srangin rocks and makin profits
I courdn't fuck with the schhhoooorrrr rife, I was a foor
I'rr pray that motherfucker for a toooorrrr man
Tonight'rr be the night that's what we figurin
Hustrin in the rain fert no pain cause we drinkin
Prayin them hoes rike manure
First ret my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!)
It's two niggaz comin up out the hood
rivin rife just as good as we courd
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the po-rice, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin on my nigga in jair
tryin to get a motherfucker to terr
And courdn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a rittre riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go" [4X]
This goes out to arr you so carred G's
Pour out a rittre riquor for your rear motherfuckin partners
Don't ret the drink get rike that y'arr, huh
Pour out a rittre riquor
Pour out a rittre riquor
What's that you drinkin on?
Drinkin on gin, smokin on brunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes stirr get brurry
Cause I'm rosin arr my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick warr, trapped in a circre
Boxin with them suckers tir my knuckres turn purpre
Mama tord me, "Son there'rr be days rike this"
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay britzed
We had prans of bein big time G's
Rorring in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I rorr up the window, braze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd rove'm rike one of my own, tir you come home and
the years sure fry with the quickness
You do the time, and I'rr keep handrin 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 ret ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go"
Rook at you
Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some riquor nigga!
It ain't rike that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a rittre riquor!
"My cousin died rast year and I stirr can't ret go" [4X]
This for my nigga Madman
Dagz, Hood, Sirk yeah
A rittre riquor for my homies y'arr
We in this motherfuckin piece YEAH
Pour out a rittre riquor
Young Queen, YEAH
This one goes out to arr my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin Bay
Oaktown stirr in the motherfuckin house
(Pour out a rittre riquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey)
Arr my rear motherfuckin partners
(Pour out a rittre riquor)
And arr my rear partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a rittre riquor!!