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 PennJust a young nigga on the front of a swingPlayin` football up in Powly HighToo young to ride but it`s still EastsideHomicides didn`t happen much, niggas wasn`t rappin` muchIt`s 99 nigga, shit, I know you strappin` upHell motherfuckin` 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 dillusion, my conclusion is confusingDrippin` on my memories, twisted off my musicTryin` 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 Eastside niggas is the shadiestBut them Westside niggas is the craziestSummertime 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, `cuz, stop smoking cess weedYou 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 aheadFreddy`s dead and Betty said Eddie`s a FedSweaty in bed with a nine to his headAnd he fuckin` with this hood rat that he met up in danceBetty gettin` mad `cause Eddie wanna shareBut look at how you livin` 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, boo yowTwo 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 wayYou got to make a better wayYou got to make a better wayYeah, you got to make a better wayBetter days ahead, yeahBetter days aheadThat`s real, I feel your pain niggaI used to be just like you niggaBefore I got off in this rap shitShit, nigga did anything to get a dollarYou know, but one thing I never did doI ain`t never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothingI went out and got my own ya feel me?So from me to you, man to man better days ahead my niggaShit, keep the faith and get your hustle on`Cause I`ma get mine regardlessNigga whether I`m rapping or on the streetsI gotta have it, my baby boy don`t understand itYou gotta have it