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.