2Pac - Pour Out A Little Liquor Chords

_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ Yeah, part of a little liquor for your homies, nigga.
This one here is for my nigga Mike Cruz.
How you doing, man?
[Ebm] I started young, [Fm] kickin' and cussin'
[Gb] Livin' on, you watchin' Al Parama, homie, you couldn't cuss [Ebm] then
I had it down [Fm] last homey though
We ran the streets and on the scene, that days of 14
[Ebm] Fuck, I'm back in nine and [Fm] my nigga back in 45
We drinkin' for his [Ebm] lil' shorty, slivin' on his life
Couldn't stop us, [Fm] long as I got my block, fuck [Eb] the hoppers
Hangin' on the block, [Db] slayin' rocks and [Ebm] makin' profits
I [Fm] couldn't fuck with the school, [F] I was a fool
I turned a [Db] motherfucker for [Ebm] a tool, man
[Fm] Tonight or be tonight, that's what we thinkin'
Us runnin' [Ebm] the ring, don't no pain cause we rich
[Fm] Playin' them hoes like [Gb] Maloua
Most like my nigga Bucking, then [Bbm] I fuck his ass, I'm a do-it
There's two [Fm] niggas comin' up off [Ebm] the hood
Livin' life just as good as we could
_ [Fm] Sentiments can't be [Ebm] trusted
I'm six to the police, now my niggas busted
The cops [Fm] who opened up my nigga in [Ebm] jail
Try to get a motherfucker to tell
And could [Fm] nobody dismiss [Ebm] my nigga
Damn, I miss my [Db] nigga
Pour out a little liquor
[Fm] _ Cups without matches, [Ebm] round the street
[Bbm] We have a little liquor
[F] The gold guys all eat so [Db]-called cheaters
Pour out a little liquor
[Ebm] We're a real motherfuckin' [F] party
Don't let the jury get like [G] that, y'all
[Ebm]
Pour out a little liquor
[Fm] _ [Db] Cups without matches, [Ebm] round the [Db] street
We have a little [Ebm] liquor
Pour out a little [Fm] liquor
Cups without matches, [Db] round the street
We're drinkin' on tea, [Ebm] _ [Fm] smokin' on guns
And it's [Ebm] all reminiscent about my niggas
That's dead and gone, they know they blurry
[Fm] Sometimes my eyes still get [Ebm] blurry
Cause I'm losin' all my homies and the [Ab] money
[Ebm] I got my back against the [Fm] brick wall
Trapped in a circle, [Eb] boxin' with them suckers
Till my knuckles turn [Ebm] rubber
Mama told me, [Fm] son, there'll be days like [Ebm] this
Don't wanna think so
I hit the drink and stay flex
We had [Fm] plans of being big-time thieves
Rollin' in Marcos, movin' the [Ebm] keys
Now I rolled up the [Fm] window, laid up the endo
[Gb] Kicked two-handle for my niggas in the bend, yo
It [Ab] was gettin' big and strong
They got a problem, like you [Ebm] wanted my home
So you come home and
Be [Fm] a showfly with a [Ebm] witness
Cause you on the top and I'm back on your business
That's the [Fm] way it's supposed to be, homie
[Ebm] If it was me, you'd do the shit for me, homie
I can run, [Fm] let's rock it back to the belt
[Ebm] Throwin' dogs on them suckers, runnin' up [Ab] on the yellow [Ebm] car
I hope [Fm] my words can lay the purpose, [Eb] bitch
And let you know how much a nigga [Fm] miss you
[Gb] Boss a nigga
[Fm] Cause I'm a [Gb] skid, man
Look [Eb] at you
[Gb] Justin got you when you [G] don't even get in the Spectacle [F] pod
Boss a nigga, nigga
It ain't like [Ebm] that
Tip that shit over
More than a little liquor
[Fm] With my nigga Madman
[Eb] Bad, but [Gb] still good
[Ebm] Little liquor for my [Fm] homies, y'all
We in this home, [Ebm] motherfuckers, skid
[Db] More [Ebm] than a little liquor
[Fm] Young Queen Yeah, yeah
He don't know, he don't know
I'm all [Ebm] eyes
More than a [Ab] motherfucking bank
O-Town, [Bbm] Sten, and motherfucking [Db] Goss
[Ebm] My nigga Richie Rich, [Fm] I don't give a governor
[Ebm] Slam on them real motherfucking pockets
And all the real pockets in the [Fm] ground
Fuck you, bust that ass up [Eb] Yeah, yeah