Betta Days (Explicit)-Snoop Dogg

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.