You know I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by and Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or somethin' Nigga we done been through a
world's lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor and drink away the pain For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little
to a life of crime For very mother that held a son in the street bleedin' Cryin' a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin' Just a moment outside
out Heaven, I need a hug Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug Girl I can change a heart And all I really need is a sign of a word from
Ruffles Dad Yep Lots Of Cream Got Them Haters Mad But I'll Pop The Thing Take The Top Off The Heem Pour Out A Little Liquor My Game Gets Sicker When The
his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor
mothafuckin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just
regular fuck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out
time but a different place (Chorus 2x's) (Mac) And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R
lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor, and drink away the pain Outro: For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little
couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em Can we please pour out some liquor? Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that Though our thugs
quite make it to another year To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A
a nigga rides Shootin' craps Bustin' niggas out the door Pick my money off the floor God bless the tre-four Stuck on full, drunk again Pour a little liquor