Producer: Johnnie "J" Jackson
Album: Thug Life: Volume 1
Label: Out Da Gutta/Interscope/Amaru

This song about street-corner libations was right up Tupac's alley: linking the block, the eternal, and liquored up ghetto tales. Pac spent an inordinate amount of his mic time in mourning. It could be argued that his moaning style was a stylistic extension of his fixation with death and the afterlife. Adding to the woozy nostalgia of those lost in the street game, the track drunkenly wobbles and distorts like an old cassette tape. Completely in his zone, Pac sounds almost joyful.