Betta Days Lyrics

Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga it's 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the times
I ain't had this much fun since '79I was only eight then, hadn't been to the Penn
Just a young nigga on the front of a swing
Playin' football up in Powly High
Too young to ride but it's still EastsideHomicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rappin' much
It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strappin' up
Hell motherfuckin' yeah, nigga wanna see the end
So next year we can do it all againSame Dogg channel, same Dogg time
Only the strong will survive in 99
So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing
Drippin' on my memories, twisted off my musicTryin' to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it
Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it
It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising
And Eastside niggas is the shadiestBut them Westside niggas is the craziest
Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine
Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime

Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dimeBe smart, fresh start is all you need
First thing first, 'cuz, stop smoking cess weed
You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating
That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating
But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say
But somehow someway, better days aheadFreddy's dead and Betty said Eddie's a Fed
Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head
And he fuckin' with this hood rat that he met up in dance
Betty gettin' mad 'cause Eddie wanna shareBut look at how you livin' for a minute then compare
I love confetti, I always stay ready
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
I'm ready to do now, who now, you nowEddie wasn't ready when they drew that, boo yow
Two down, with just one gun
My nigga, and who said killin' wasn't no fun
I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone
Live the life of Al Capone or Don CoroleoneTragically casualties and fatalities
And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me
My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said
Sonny get your money 'fore you end up deadI never really understood what he said
Until my motherfucking Dogg took a slug in his head
Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson
Slow down and go down, shit you know nowBe smart, fresh start is all you need
First things first 'cuz, stop smokin' cess weed
You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating
That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating
But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say
But somehow someway, you got to make a better wayYou got to make a better way
You got to make a better way
Yeah, you got to make a better way
Better days ahead, yeah
Better days aheadThat's real, I feel your pain nigga
I used to be just like you nigga
Before I got off in this rap shit
Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollarYou know, but one thing I never did do
I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing
I went out and got my own ya feel me?
So from me to you, man to man better days ahead my niggaShit, keep the faith and get your hustle on
'Cause I'ma get mine regardless
Nigga whether I'm rapping or on the streets
I gotta have it, my baby boy don't understand it
You gotta have it