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Pour Out A Little Liqour (Radio Version) Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, pour out a little liquor, that radio version, yeah

[Verse 1]
I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You'd watch you mouth, around my mama you couldn't cuss, man
Roll with the loc'd out homies though, we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh

I stayed strapped reminiscin' back in 85
A little shorty drinkin' 40's livin naughty lives
They couldn't stop us, we runnin' round corners from the coppers
Jumpin' over fences in defense of the helicopers

I wasn't much of the school type, I was a fool
I'm breakin' all the rules on a school night
Tonight'll be the night that's what we thinkin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin'

And them days we was all for one
You gotta sracp with us all if you wanna brawl with one
Just two brothers comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as good as we could

But since a trick can't be trusted, caught her snitched to the police, now my homies busted
The cops whoopin' on a brother in jail
Tryna to get a real player to tell

But couldn't nobody diss my homie
For all the brother's locked up and lonely
Pour out a little liquor!

[Chorus]
(Y'all know what time it is)
Pour out a little liquor!
(Tip that glass over
I don't care if it's Night Train or champagne)
Pour out a little liquor!
(Pay out respect for those who's gone but not forgotten
Y'all still here)
Pour out a little liquor!
Pour out a little liquor!

[Verse 2]
Drinkin' champagne, to take away the pain it's strong
Reminiscin' bout my homies that's dead and gone
And though I'm worried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cause I'm losin' all my homies in a hurry

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 wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein big time G's
Rolling in mob, switches and gold keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up the indo
Get to' down for my homies in the pen yo

Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'd love him 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

I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a brother miss ya
Uh
Pour out some liquor!


Ayyy
Pour out a little liquor!
(Y'all know what time it is)
Pour out some liquor!
Pour out a little liquor!