N.W.A

N.W.A - Day Of Wayback lyrics

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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 ds.
But in the dayz of wayback
I couldnt 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 couldnt touch me because I was payinem.
But not with no money - yo, I was frayinem.
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 whos 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 yall...

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 aint 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...
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