(feat. 2Pac) [Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac] [Sway (2Pac)] A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists Like
s 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 Pour out a little liquor
feat. 2Pac) I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no. [Tupac] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little
partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [2Pac] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-
tried, I could never see prison And to all my dead homies, we don't pour rout liquor We just poke our chests out, and say we miss ya niggas We was scared
somebody you know (world wide) reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor smoke some blunts with your folks they lookin' down on us proud there is a heaven for a
a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my
T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [ 2Pac ] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer
a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How
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 surviv
's 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 Pour out a little liquor
feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor
won't believe what they do for cock I hit the telly thrash and slide off before the rooster crock pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac don't
let the haze linger pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene he was just a worker, dog, you
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
born and raised here Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot While they were screaming pour some liquor
it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor
was born and raised here Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot While they were screaming pour some liquor