Betta Days Lyrics - Singles - Snoop Doggy Dogg

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 '79 

I 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 Eastside 

Homocides 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 again 

Same 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 music 

Tryin 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 shadiest (shadiest) 

But them Westside niggas is the craziest (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 dime 

Be smart, fresh start is all you need 

First thing first, 'cause, 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 ahead, Freddy's dead 

And Betty said Eddie's a fed 

Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head 

And he fuckin with this hoodrat that he met up in dance 

Betty gettin mad cause Eddie wanna share 

But 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 now 

Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow 

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 Coroleone 

Tragically casulties 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 dead 

I 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 now 

Be smart, fresh start is all you need 

First things first 'cause, 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 way 

(Somehow someway) 

You got to make a better way 

(You got to make a better way) 

You got to make a better way 

(You got to make a better way) 

You got to make a better way 

(You got to make a better way) 

You got to make a better way 

(Yeah, better days ahead) 

Better days ahead 

(Better days ahead) 

Better days ahead 

That'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 dollar. 

You 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 nigga. 

Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on. 

Cause I'm a get mine regardless. 

Nigga wether I'm rapping or on the streets. 

I gotta have it.