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Betta Days

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

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