[Intro]
Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, n***a
This one here go out to my n***a Mike Cooley
(Light up a fat one for this one!)
How you come up, man?

[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 n***a 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 n***a fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do her (haha)
It's two n***as 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 n***a's busted
The cops whoopin' on my n***a in jail
Tryna get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my n***a
Damn, I miss my n***a, pour out a little liquor!
[Chorus]
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
This goes out to all you so-called G's
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
Pour out a little liquor for your 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
What's that you drinkin' on?

[Verse 2]
Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a miss ya
Pour out some liquor!
[Outro]
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, n***a!
It ain't like that, tip that shit over!
Pour out a little liquor!
This for my n***a Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
A little liquor for my homies, y'all
We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
Pour out a little liquor!
Young Queen, yeah
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor!)
My n***a Richie Rich, Govenor
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
(I don't care, Night Train, Hennessy)
All my real motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a little liquor!)
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta-ass n***as!
My cousin' died last year and I still can't let go
Yeah, n***a man man, pour out a little liquor!