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Snoop Dogg - 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 '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, 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 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 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 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 |
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