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Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the skyWorldwide, nigga it's 1999Shit out of control, sign of the timesI ain't had this much fun since '79I was only eight then, hadn't been to the penJust a young nigga on the front of a swingPlaying football up in Powly HighToo young to ride but it's still EastsideHomicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rapping muchIt's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strapping upHell motherfucking yeah, nigga wanna see the endSo next year we can do it all againSame dogg channel, same dogg timeOnly the strong will survive in 99So much drama and delusion, my conclusion is confusingDripping on my memories, twisted off my musicTrying to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's itHere's my number baby girl don't you lose itIt's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruisingAnd East-side niggas is the shadiest (shadiest)But them West-side niggas is the craziest (craziest)Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shineRoll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my primeNigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dimeBe smart, fresh start is all you needFirst thing first, cause, stop smoking cess weedLetras de cancionesYou are what you smoke, nigga stop hatingThat's why you broke and that's why we celebratingBut life's so hard on a G, that's what they all sayBut somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's deadAnd Betty said Eddie's a fedSweaty in bed with a nine to his headAnd he fucking with this hood-rat that he met up in danceBetty getting mad cause Eddie wanna shareBut look at how you living for a minute then compareI love confetti, I always stay readyKeep some killers by my side and some riders by the telliI'm ready to do now, who now, you nowEddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyowTwo down, with just one gunMy nigga, and who said killin wasn't no funI sit alone in the zone with a face of stoneLive the life of Al Capone or Don CoroleoneTragically casualties and fatalitiesAnd all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after meMy grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he saidSonny get your money 'fore you end up deadI never really understood what he saidUntil my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his headCold way nigga gotta learn his lessonSlow down and go down, shit you know nowBe smart, fresh start is all you needFirst things first cuz, stop smokin cess weedYou are what you smoke, my nigga stop hatingThat's why you broke and that's why we celebratingBut life's so hard on a G, that's what they all sayBut 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 aheadThat'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 whether I'm rapping or on the streets.I gotta have it. From Letras Mania