The Dayz Of Wayback lyrics

Artist  : N.w.a. 
Song : The Dayz Of Wayback



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What we gonna do right here is go
back...

Now this is some shit that's from
the Dayz of Wayback
When niggas in Compton
first started to jack.
When the bitches
wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin'
drug
So many bitches in my neighborhood got
mugged.
They always loved that shit. They want
a nigga that's sellin' Ks.
But nowadays they
workin' at Mickey D's.
But in the Dayz of
Wayback
I couldn't be laid back,
Because I
needed ends and I made that.
I get the nine
from my nigga that he lend me and
Start
robbin' muthafuckas, just like cowboys and
indians.
Anything it took to get paid.
A
nigga like Ren already had the plane made.
And
I was in it to win it and not to lose.
And
shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the
fuse.
And police couldn't touch me because I
was payin'em.
But not with no money - Yo, I
was frayin'em.
And never get caught because
nobody is snitch,
But one hoe did - so Ren had
to shoot the bitch!
Now she's in a coffin and
my life is better off and
'Cause everybody
knows who's the bossin':
That black nigga that
they call Ren.
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck
with a Mac-10.
So listen to me as I reminisce
the Dayz of Wayback...
So check it out
y'all...

It was once a time in the Dayz of
Wayback
When niggas was gettin' jacked.
In
fact it was one I used to pass through up,
And
kickin' ass through up.
Muthafuckin' Compton
Massacre...
Now let me tell you a little
something about Compton
When I was a kid and
puttin' my bid in.
Yo, Compton was like still
water - just strictly calm.
Now it's like
muthafuckin' Vietnam.
Everybody killin',
tryin' to make a killin',
Niggas stealin',
muthafuckas willin' to dealin'.
With so many
ways to come up
The average nigga didn't give
a fuck
About another muthafucka in this game
and
Claimin' what he claimin',
Livin' like
he livin',
Killin' after killin'.
Murder
was a dirty job. To rob a dead man
Was the
best plan 'cause a dead man never ran.
But now
your best friend is your worst friend.
Greed,
cash the fee. Make a me more some of what you
holdin'.
So now your shit is stolen
And you
and your niggas start rollin'.
Yo, to get your
shit back ain't a word of.
Muff? It's more
murder, more murder, more murder.
They wanna
make you think that it's a crack thang,
Or a
black thang
Or some niggas in a muthafuckin'
gang...
But guns and money they go together
like the Ku Klux Klan
A nigga brung up and
strung up.
Why do I call myself a nigga you
ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past
me...
Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to
rest.
The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival
test.
And number one way for you to
pass,
Yo, get treated like a king and they'll
crown your ass.
They never in the wrong
though,
So I made a song so
Muthafuckas had
know
If, yo, livin situations make you wanna
get a gat...
That's 'cause you livin' in the
Dayz of Wayback...