Album by: Top Dogg

Artist by: Snoop Dogg

Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky

Worldwide, ni**a its 1999

Sh*t out of control, sign of the times

I aint had this much fun since 79

I was only eight then, hadnt been to the penn

Just a young ni**a on the front of a swing

Playin football up in powly high

Too young to ride but its still eastside

Homocides didnt happen much, niggas wasnt rappin much

Its 99 ni**a, sh*t, I know you strappin up

Hell motherf**kin yeah, ni**a 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 dos it, we dos it

Heres my number baby girl dont you lose it

Its smoky in this motherf**ker 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 sh*t, Im cold with this sh*t in my prime

Ni**a done time and I never dropped a motherf**king dime

Be smart, fresh start is all you need

First thing first, cuz, stop smoking cess w**d

You are what you smoke, ni**a stop hating

Thats why you broke and thats why we celebrating

But lifes so hard on a g, thats what they all say

But somehow someway, better days ahead, freddys dead

And betty said eddies a fed

Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head

And he f**kin 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

Im ready to do now, who now, you now

Eddie wasnt ready when they drew that, booyow

Two down, with just one gun

My ni**a, and who said killin wasnt 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 a** 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 motherf**king dogg took a slug in his head

Cold way ni**a gotta learn his lesson

Slow down and go down, sh*t you know now

Be smart, fresh start is all you need

First things first cuz, stop smokin cess w**d

You are what you smoke, my ni**a stop hating

Thats why you broke and thats why we celebrating

But lifes so hard on a g, thats 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

Thats real.

I feel your pain ni**a.

I used to be just like you ni**a.

Before I got off in this rap sh*t.

Sh*t, ni**a did anything to get a dollar.

You know, but one thing I never did do.

I aint never beg a ni**a for nothing or ask a ni**a for nothing.

I went out and got my own ya feel me?

So from me to you, man to man.

Better days ahead my ni**a.

Sh*t, keep the faith and get your hustle on.

Cause Im a get mine regardless.

Ni**a wether Im rapping or on the streets.

I gotta have it.