'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
Übersetzung: Thug Life. Pour Out A Little Liquor.
'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
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
a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin', But me and my mothafuckin' thug
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
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 the
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
**** You know I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some'in' N****, we done been through a
it out Heaven, I need a hug Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug Feelin' like a change of heart And all I really need is a sign or 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
a million, gotta stay dealin' It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin' Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block It's a clever disguise
dyin about But that's what life is You here to learn so take your lumps And while you drivin on a high with a life through stress and stripes It's straight
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
regular, fuck when it counts Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin' ghost on the five O, fuck them hoes Got a 45 screamin' out
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
