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.