Betta Days

作曲：Meech Wells,Jeffrey Fortson,Snoop Dogg

Celebrate grab a drink and put a blunt in the

Sky

Worldwide it's 1999

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 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 wasn't rappin much

It's 99 I know you strappin up

Hell mother yeah 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 mother while we cruising

And eastside is the shadiest shadiest

But them westside craziest craziest

Summer time on the grind baby let me shine let me

Shine

Roll with

I'm cold with this in

My prime

Done time and I never dropped a mother dime

Be smart fresh start is all you need

First thing first 'cuz stop smoking cess w**d

You are what you smoke stop hating

That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating

But life's so hard on a gin 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 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

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

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 mother dogg took a slug in his head

Cold way gotta learn his lesson

Slow down and go down

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 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

Better days ahead

Better days ahead

Better days ahead

Yeah

Better days ahead

Got a make a better ways

Better days ahead

Got a make a better day

Better days ahead

That's real

I feel your pain

I used to be just like

Before I got off in this rap

Did anything to get a dollar

You know but one thing I never did do

I ain't never beg a for nothing or ask

For nothing

I went out and got my own ya feel me

So from me to you man to man

Better days ahead my

Keep the faith and get your hustle on

Get your hustle on

'Cause I'm a get mine

Regardless

Regardless

Wether I'm rapping

Or on the streets

I gotta have it

My baby boy don't understand me

They gotta have it